Date: February 11, 2019 04:05AM
I'm going for a walk, and I'd rather go for a walk this gorgeous morning, is my reply to this question. And, that is that. I kiss the bouncy all-Sunday-dressed-up-darlings goodbye, saying, "See you after church (which is the Mormon church)," wondering if, as they grow older, what questions about religion they might ask. Then I head for the door happy to be in my comfy non-Sunday clothes and aiming for the sunshine.
Another grandchild, with her big brown eyes and legs that always run rather than walk, attends a Catholic preschool chosen by her Mom because of its excellent acadmic record rather than its religious teachings. For both her parents, enjoying nature whenever and as much as possible, is their church-of-choice, and my grandchild regularly asks her Dad very seriously, "Do you believe Jesus is real, Daddy?" Nope or nada always is his reply. Nothing else is added by him. He just smiles.
Then she turns to me. Nana, (hoping beyond hope I will agree with her rather than her Pops), do you think Jesus is real? Nope, is also my chosen reply. And whoosh, she is off, turning five or six quick somersaults with religion left to blow in the wind.
Both families love their children immensely and are caring and giving parents. Of course, I would rather the Mormon family not be mormon, but I haven't yet found my crystal ball with which to make all my wishes come true.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 02/11/2019 02:12PM by presleynfactsrock.