We’ve had a few visitors in the past while, including a dear high school friend who has kids about the same age as my own.
It was nice to discover that we still have enough in common to enjoy a visit without god at the centre of it. Although, I did remain quiet several times. I think I’m learning social skills!
Like the time that she proudly shared her husband’s explanation for a little boy not wanting to share pushing a stroller with her little girl.
Apparently boys don’t like to be helped. (It sounded like a sharing issue to me, but I guess it was about accepting help.) If you want to help a boy, you need to be sneaky about it.
Her conclusion: better that the three year old learn that now, because that is how men are.
That made me so sad. What does that teach her about the relationship between people of different genders? Honesty isn’t acceptable? Sharing and helping have to be sneaky. Protect the distorted self-image of an insecure guy at any personal cost?
Rant done. Wish I had had a good come-back for that one.
At bedtime my friend called all the kids over and read them a little devotional. It was about how we need to think about god all the time. Then she asked the girls to pray.
Her little girl adorably warbled “Thank-you for the food Amen”
Lil’T said, “I love you and I’ll never forget you.”
My friend was charmed. I don’t know who Lil’T was talking to. She seems to have forgotten.
There was nothing overly alarming about that particular devotion and I skimmed through the book after. Some of the stories were really good, some not so much.
In the end this was harmless, but I was still not prepared. And I’ll need to be if we are thinking to leave the kids for a week or so at the grandparents sometime. I guess I can’t protect them from everything, I’m just worried that Christian friends and family will work double time to expose our children to the harmful parts of Christianity once they find out we won’t.