Wednesday, June 27th, 2007...8:52 pm
lordy, lordy
Here’s the deal. I can get a break for a week in the mornings, clean, write, pick my nose, or do other exercise, whatever. The price, $25, is right. A bargain like no other bargains. The trade-off? It would entail sending my Kid to a bible camp to learn about God’s word. Hm.
What, you say, are you OOYM (out of your mind)?? $25!! 15 hours of peace and calmness (while awake).
It’s not that I am anti-God. I am all for God, Godliness (even more than cleanliness judging by my house), His Creations, the whole tamale. But what if they preach to her and she comes home preaching to me?? Stuff like “mommy, you shouldn’t take the Lord’s name in vain” or “mommy, kicking the dog is not how to treat God’s creature”…. Or worse, what if she comes back with questions? Questions regarding religious topics for which, as someone who stopped going to church thirty years ago, I have no answer.
I could fall back on the tried-and-true method: wait til your father gets home! Daddy has answers. I may have the law degree, but he’s got a master’s in b.s.!
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4 Comments
June 28th, 2007 at 6:37 am
Ahh…that is almost a tough decision to make. But for $25, and the promise of some quiet alone time? I’d risk it. Yes, I think I would.
Religious questions have been pretty easy to answer for my youngest…I just make something up. (thank goodness for that b.s. degree! Ha!) I tend to combine a whole bunch of religious beliefs and in the end, it all seems to work out.
June 30th, 2007 at 8:52 pm
No way, dude. Bring her over to our house if you need a break. We won’t even charge you 25 bucks.
July 1st, 2007 at 6:37 pm
Yes, I’ll be relying on that b.s. factor!
Hey, Holly, I have that in writing now, ya know!
July 6th, 2007 at 12:45 am
I LOVED going to Vacation Bible School as kid growing up on Bainbridge in the late 60s and early-to-mid 70s. And I don’t recall any uncomfortable or heavy-handed proselytizing at them. Mostly, my memories are of cool arts and crafts, fun participatory games,tromping around the neat old Eagle Harbor Congregational Church and getting to know kids I didn’t otherwise know because they went the OTHER elementary school (I went to Blakely, they went to Wilkes, Ordway and all those little goofball private schools hadn’t yet come around).
Though sometimes I do get a little burp of memory backwash and, apropos of nothing, start singing: “Give me oil for my lamp, keep it burning, burning, burning …” or “Dance, then, wherever you may be, I am the Lord of the Dance said he ….”
Eh. I say relax, let your kid go to VBS and experience something new. You may have to field a few awkward middleweight questions, but you’re not sending her off to the Rajneeshees or anything.
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