My youngest, the White Rose, is into faeries. She is really into tooth faeries. She has a special, personal tooth fairy; Bridgette The farie/fairy writes her letters and leaves gifts for her and she so needs to believe that there is something out there looking after her. I think this is totally fine.
My oldest is a Christian because her grandmother is, her school is Church of England and because I don’t mind, and find ancient religious studies interesting. Also, she finds her belief comforting. I am so happy about this.
My attitude is: Believe in something. I don’t mind. Find spiritual comfort. It is all the same in the end. Let’s just get on and share the similarities of our belief and be happy!
BUT I did something utterly horrible or totally awesome to my kids to do with these beliefs. .
If you only have one child, please have a think before you judge. Unless you had siblings and then go for it!
My oldest, said to the youngest: “your faries are stupid and not real! God! You are such a massive Dork! Phhhht!”
I usually let this stuff go. They can handle themselves. But this time I snapped “OH? Oh your x-ian god up in ‘heaven’ who made a zombie jeaszus to save us all is more believable PHHHHTTTT. “
now, this was wrong. But I am so tired of one belief being ‘better’ even in my own household.
Heck, I even believe in made-up ancient gods and wear a Thor’s Hammer around my neck. But I do not take myself so seriously that I would make light of someone’s spirituality.
Except I did. Ooops. I hope it was taken in the spirit of ‘live and let live, yo!’. I hope that the lesson that was learned.