
Posted by Her Bad Mother on September 30, 2009 12:29 pm • emilia, faith • 1 comment

Some days, there are just no words for the depth and breadth of her awesome.
There are, however, words for what it feels like to be spiritually confused, and I have plenty of those: over at Their Bad Mother, I’ve been rehashing a question that has been plaguing me since I became a mother – one that has become all the more confused and complicated since the death of my father – can I be a good parent without God? How do I meaningfully introduce my children to God when I’m ambivalent (deeply ambivalent) about organized religion? And why do I worry about this stuff, anyway? You know, just a little light existential interrogation for a Wednesday afternoon. For fun.
PS: For all of your warm and supportive comments on my last post, thank you. Thank you. Your kindness and patience make all the difference.
PPS: MamaPop is up for an award. You know that it deserves one; nay, MANY. Please to help?




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