linusrichard
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My wife is a fan of Sylvia Browne. So... yeah. But it's cool.
I don't know how you do it, RobRoy? I have two young sons and my wife is a luke warm believer. I tolerate the occasional prayer before a holiday dinner (by her family, the wife never does), but I will not let me boys go to church until they are old enough to figure out that some adults believe weird things. Looking in from the outside I get nauseated by the indoctrination children are subject to by any religion. I would fight anybody who tried to get my kids in church at their age.
I'm not bitter (seriously), but I am at a loss as to how so many of you seem to make it work.
It is interesting how much your experience matches mine. Are you my long lost twin brother?
My wife does attend a local church on a occasional Sunday basis and she and I have attended a couple of their functions (we had a nice bus trip and cruise last summer). The church is a small sect with only a few church locations in Canada and the US. They are more to the fundamentalist end of the spectrum but not obnoxiously so (IMHO). The members I have met do not bring up religion in my presence and neither do I in theirs. I would not indulge in any religious "discussions" with them for my wife's sake.![]()
[valleygirl] Ohmygodthatssoamazing[/valleygirl]. Oops. No wait. I was born in the UK.I may well be your long lost twin brother. It was the thing to do, back in my days, when someone had an unwanted baby, that they go to Toronto to have it and put it up for adoption.
As I only live 200 klicks from Toronto it is very possible that my mother and father decided that twin boys was not a viable option.
I'm not bitter (seriously), but I am at a loss as to how so many of you seem to make it work.
Geez, all these stories from happy (or at least functional) mixed couples. Here's something to counterbalance all this nauseating competence in dealing with the differences. My ex-wife's slow but steady increase in wooishness was a major factor in the growing incompatibility that eventually led to our divorce. And years later, the moment I realized I was going to have to break off my engagement to would-have-been wife #2 was when she revealed that she fully expected, and would insist, that I hide my atheism from our future children.
I'm not bitter (seriously), but I am at a loss as to how so many of you seem to make it work.
I'm catholic and my husband is atheist. I'm finding it odd, reading this thread, that it's me who doesn't want the kid confirmed till she's old enough to decide for herself. Maybe I'm an atheist in denial?
But, what will I tell her about death? Do I just say nobody knows? Will that not freak a small child out? What did all you guys do?
I'm an atheist, and my wife is a Christian. We've been together for 15+ years and we love each other more than I can say. I tell her that though I believe there's no heaven it doesn't bother me because my life with her is heaven enough for me.
We have no kids, just a bunch of cats.
I have a six-year-old boy. I've always presented Santa as a fun tradition -- I say Santa's not really really real, but it's a lot fun to pretend he is. Contrary to the dire predictions of my Santa-pushing relatives, my son enjoys Christmas just as much as (or more than) the other kids. The lights are just as sparkly, the ornaments are just as colorful, the carols are sung with just as much enthusiasm, and the presents are just as eagerly anticipated. He loves the stories, TV shows, and movies. He gets his picture made with the mall Santa, and he gets a real kick out of writing his letter to Santa. We don't use Santa as a bargaining chip ("be good or else!"), and even though we all participate in the acknowledged charade, we don't have to lie to him.I plan to answer her questions (she's only 10 months now) about where we come etc with sciencey (I know it's not a word, but you know what I mean) answers. I probably don't have a choice about Santa as all of her other relatives will be pushing him.
When my son asks me about death, I tell him that lots of different people have lots of different ideas about what happens when we die, but that no one knows for sure. He recently asked me what I think happens, so I told him. First, I asked him if he remembers anything about before he was growing in my body. He shook his head "no". I then told him that I think that's what it's like when we die -- just nothing. I also added that this is why I think it's important to live a good life -- and that if we spend too much time worring about or fearing death then Life wouldn't be as nice, would it? He seemed to understand and was not at all troubled by my answer. I tell ya, sometimes I think he has a built-in BS detector.But, what will I tell her about death? Do I just say nobody knows? Will that not freak a small child out? What did all you guys do? (My husband thinks death is the absolute end, that children = the only life after death possible and isn't afraid of this. He makes me feel really weak *sulk*)
I'm with you Sling, what a great answer. Can I get a do over? All I'm asking is to make my daughter 4 years old again (she just turned 13) so I can say all the right things. Is that too much to ask?I'm in the market for a new mom, DM. Want to apply?
(my way of saying your son is a fortunate boy.)
I have a six-year-old boy. I've always presented Santa as a fun tradition -- I say Santa's not really really real, but it's a lot fun to pretend he is. Contrary to the dire predictions of my Santa-pushing relatives, my son enjoys Christmas just as much as (or more than) the other kids. The lights are just as sparkly, the ornaments are just as colorful, the carols are sung with just as much enthusiasm, and the presents are just as eagerly anticipated. He loves the stories, TV shows, and movies. He gets his picture made with the mall Santa, and he gets a real kick out of writing his letter to Santa. We don't use Santa as a bargaining chip ("be good or else!"), and even though we all participate in the acknowledged charade, we don't have to lie to him.
When my son asks me about death, I tell him that lots of different people have lots of different ideas about what happens when we die, but that no one knows for sure. He recently asked me what I think happens, so I told him. First, I asked him if he remembers anything about before he was growing in my body. He shook his head "no". I then told him that I think that's what it's like when we die -- just nothing. I also added that this is why I think it's important to live a good life -- and that if we spend too much time worring about or fearing death then Life wouldn't be as nice, would it? He seemed to understand and was not at all troubled by my answer. I tell ya, sometimes I think he has a built-in BS detector.