Melbourne, FLUSA 32901
September 8, 2009
Nice to see others who don't believe the fairy tale. It took me a long time to admit to myself and especially to others that I do not believe. My hubby has helped me to be comfortable with this.
I can remember being 7 or 8 and going to the Baptist church with my grandma and there was a portion of the service where you come forward, kneel down and pray before the stage for people who are having a particularly difficult time. I had no idea at the time what any of this was about or who I was supposed to be praying for, but my grandma had me follow her up. We kneeled down together and I pretended to pray, glancing all around trying to figure out what was going on. Then I spotted my uncle on the stage, and he was crying. I later found out that his 6th marriage was coming to an end. One of them cheated on the other which was the same story as his previous 5 marriages. At the time though, I remember being congratulated many times by the other parishoners and told what an amazing young lady I was, how brave and wonderful I was for doing that. I couldn't figure out what was so great about what I had just done and why it was such a big deal. <story continued below>
My hubby :) When we met I was still struggling with what to call myself. I studied every religion/belief I could think of trying to put myself in some sort of category, but I couldn't get on board with an of it. My hubby helped me to realize that it's ok not to believe. It was very liberating to admit that to myself, but I was still hesitant to share with others because it seemed everyone around me believed in something supernatural, and I was afraid of being looked down upon. Over time, I have become more open about it now and I've found that the important people in my life have been pretty accepting whether they like it or not and I've made some great new friends who think like me. Now we are trying to raise our children to be critical thinkers.
I remember that being the first time thinking to myself that it was all a load of crap and that it was pretty shitty of my grandma to drag me up there having no idea what I was doing. She should have explained it all to me first and given me the option to go up with her or wait in the pews. To this day I still have so many questions about that because it was never discussed. Years later I told this story to my parents and they knew about my uncle, but they had no idea that my grandma had done that. They didn't seem in favor of it, nor were they against it. My parents both had terrible childhoods and they never spoke of religion to us, but they let us be put in situations where we had to experience it ourselves without guidance. A few times my brother and I were allowed to go to Sunday School with a neighborhood friend and we both disliked it so much that we quit going. Neither of my parents believe in God. I just wish they had done a better job communicating about it.
Nothing related to religion or lack thereof but here goes... Making the decision to have a child - it's momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body. -- Elizabeth Stone The quote on a wall in our home "We may not have it all together, but together we have it all"
Seems organized and professional. Can't wait to get more involved and join more meetups!