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I think I'm being totally misunderstood, or I'm reading the replies the wrong way, not how they are intended to be read.
That's ok though, I'm really enjoying the conversation! :D
We all have our views, our opinions and ways of raising our kids without belief in higher powers.
I think I'm the only one here on the far end of atheism, quite a few of you are into Buddhism and other beliefs, where I am not. It's cool though, I'm learning a lot more about other people's belief systems and that is something I have always enjoyed learning about.
That's why I started this group, to have more open-minded moms share what they believe in or don't believe in, in a group that is nonjudgmental and open to hearing those ideas.
I'm not a radical atheist, but I firmly disbelieve in all types of magic, fairy tales and so on.
Kim said: just because we can't see it/feel it/understand it, doesn't make it wrong.
No, it doesn't make it wrong at all, I agree with that statement, but for me, when there is something that can't be seen, can't be felt, can't be understood, instead of just believing that it "is", I try to find out why it is.
I want to get to the logical explanation for it, not just accept it, but to get to that place of understanding it.
As for the "lies", I'm pretty sure I'm being misunderstood.
My parents know that Santa Claus was not real, but they told us he was. They did not tell us the legend of Santa, they only told the basics of Santa. Be good and Santa will bring your presents, he has a huge list where he checks off the names of every child on earth, and he checks off the kids who were good so they will get gifts, and the bad kids will get a heaping lump of coal. They made us put out cookies and milk for him, and carrots for the reindeer, and in the morning the cookies, milk, and carrots would be gone. My folks used to go all out, my dad would go outside and bang on the low part of roof to make it sound like the sleigh had landed, then he'd come in and stomp his snow covered boots on the rug near the tree, and then go back outside and yell Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas! so that we'd hear and believe Santa had come.
I LOVE how they made it special for us, how they made us believe, but they knew it wasn't real, they were doing it all to make us believe.
When I learned the truth, I don't recall what age I was, but learning the truth gave me 2 huge emotions.
One was how much love I had for my parents, how they went to so much trouble to make us happy, to give us some magic, but on the other hand, disappointed because they knowingly lied to us.
I am not angry or mad at my parents for telling me that Santa was real, or that baby Jesus was real, but I do question the other things they said were real .
I have to wonder what other stories or things they told us when we were children were "white lies" too.
It's not anger or resentment towards them, they were doing what billions of other parents have been doing for hundreds of years, but I do wonder what else wasn't real.
I am on the far end of the atheism line, and there are many spots in between.
One end of the line is fully believing in all of the stories, the fairy tales, the magic, and the other end is complete disbelief of all of it, but with a desire to get to the logical and rational explanation of it.
I'm on that end of the line.
I am so loving all of these discussions, getting to know what other people do or don't believe in and why.
I really hope that no one here thinks that I am putting down anyone who tells the stories to their kids, I know that we all do what we feel is the right thing for our families.
I respect each and every single opinion, idea, beliefs. I love having these talks with open-minded people, I learn so much more about my fellow humans, so please, do not stop posting what you do for the holidays, how you celebrate them. I find it all absolutely wonderful to learn more about each of you.
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