I realize my last blog was depressing as shit. Sorry about that. Hey, it’s been a rough few days for all of us. But I don’t hang around here trying to bring you guys down. So here, to put a smile on your face, is a little blast from my past. I re-read it today and it did manage to put a smile on mine.
Nov. 10, 2011.
The best part about writing a parenting blog? Sometimes your kid composes the blog for you. Remember the time she drew a picture of G
od, and it turned out looking like a yellow cyclops with male pattern baldness and a handlebar mustache? Good times.
Well, it happened again this week when Maxine walked into my room while I was getting dressed and showed me this little goody. If you’re not familiar with kindergarten composition, it’s meant to say: “I love God, even though God is not real.”
See what I mean? Silver platter.
So here’s the story.
It’s Monday morning, and I’m telling Maxine about Eid al-Adha, which I wrote about for Monday’s blog. I’m explaining how Muslims all over the world are celebrating a holiday that consists of sharing meat with people who don’t have food, etc. I ask her if she wants to hear the “God Story” about how the holiday came to be, and she answers with an enthusiastic “Yes!” So I tell her about Abraham and his willingness to sacrifice his son to God. The name Abraham rings a bell for her, and she asks if she can get down her “God Book” (which is what she calls her beginner’s Bible) and flips through the pages looking for Abraham.
He’s, of course, hard to find because every other man pictured in this book is a middle-aged white guy with a long beard, but we eventually find him and she’s thrilled. Then she goes on to show me a picture of Noah and his ark and insist that it’s a picture of “God making the world.” At that point, I duck out of the room to get dressed, and leave her chatting happily to herself about God and Abraham. [Read more...]