There is something amazing about age six. Granted, I have loved every age Violet has
reached (except 4. 4 sucks.), but this
is a whole new level of amazing.
Until this point, it was like she was in training; she was soaking up the world around her,
learning how it worked. There has been
this switch where she no longer observes the world, but is an active
participant.
She has these astounding thoughts that I end up sharing with
professors, things I have to stop to think about. In her world, things are black and white, yet
colored with compassion and creativity.
Though I study religions, I have none of my own. However, I was raised in a very conservative,
very fundamental Christian household. The
Christian ascetic life is what I knew…I know.
It was torturous for me to embark on a intellectual journey that would
lead me away from that. So I don’t want
to push my personal views on God, religion, the afterlife onto my
children; I want them to come to their own
conclusions after learning facts and histories.
So when the subject of God came up recently, I was at a loss. She knows what my parents believe, but she
wanted to know my thoughts. Instead, I
deflected it back to her.
“Who do you think
God is?”
The thing about my girl is that she is not going to give you
a stock answer. She is going to think,
consider, frame her response. Simply
infuriating when trying to decide what to wear in the morning, but phenomenal
to watch in a religious discussion.
“I think,” she said, ”that God is something that takes care
of people. Like baby Hiram is our
godbaby. So, really, everyone is God.”
Good lord. I had to
digest the enormity of that statement, then discuss it with a woman who holds a
master’s in Religious Studies…she was as blown away as I was.
Now, I am not stating anything about God. Your beliefs are sacred, and should be
respected.
But what really floors me about this statement is the
concept of care, of spreading compassion and love to your fellow man. EVERYONE should take care of someone, and so
reasonably, EVERYONE is someone who should be cared about. Each person is
worthy of love.
I love that she looks at the world this way, as a place of
caring, compassion, and love. My girl, she teaches me things.