I get the call from the teacher, sharing tid-bits from the day, and concluding with this little story:
“A. was having some really great conversations with Steven today. It’s always so neat to listen to all the things they come up with. Yesterday, they were talking about feelings and colors… about how yellow was such a happy color.”
“Today, they started discussing some deep things, too, and I just wanted to make sure it was okay with you.”
I was puzzled, wondering what on earth these two five-year old boys could possibly be talking about that might be deemed “controversial.” She continued:
“They were discussing heaven. And their grandfathers who are there. And what they might be doing with God.”
I laughed. If the most “controversial” thing my children discuss turns out to be heaven and God, I’m feeling pretty good. Honestly, I was delighted that A. and his little friend were talking about God together and comforting each other with the knowledge that their grandfathers were in a better place and, perhaps, even together.
I assured the kindergarten teacher that we had no issue with that sort of conversation and thanked her for her call. I carried on with my day.
Earlier in the year, when a different classmate’s mother had asked me how I “did it”, how I seemed to “hold it together and seem happy all the time,” I hesitantly fingered the emerald cross around my neck.
Quietly, I had murmured, “Well, I don’t have it all together, you know, but I do pray a lot…”
She’d sniffed, “I’m not much into all that Bible jazz.”
And I was silent. I wasn’t ashamed of my faith, but I hadn’t the courage or openness to talk about it either, when faced with such resistance. I hadn’t wanted to make her feel bad.
How different my faith is from my son’s! How beautiful it is to see his open heart and willingness to pour that light upon his peers. While I sometimes struggle to “not offend”, he celebrates and embraces and conveys the amazing gift of true faith. He’s not consciously quoting scripture or heaping guilt on people… he just lives with the delightful knowledge that this– this is TRUTH. And one should never be afraid to talk about truth.
I still find that I tread lightly. I’m not particularly “in your face” about my faith. I am, forever, a work in progress. But, day by day, I’m trying to learn to be a light in the natural, warm way my son manages to be.
Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house. –Matthew 5:15
I am so happy to share with you how some other women are feeling their faith shaped and affected by their children:
- Smockity Frocks – How the Faith of a Child Affects Our Faith
- The Happy Housewife- Faith Like a Child
- Owlhaven-Motherhood: It Takes Faith
- Balancing Beauty and Bedlam – Faith of Our Children
- Mom’s Toolbox – Praying For a Baby Sister
- Amy’s Finer Things – What About MY Faith?
- Parenting Miracles – Learning to Be a Light
- Kitchen Stewardship – A Siren Call to Prayer