HOW TO TALK ABOUT FAITH WITH YOUR KIDS WHEN YOU AREN’T SO SURE YOURSELF,
By Sarah Anderson, from theparentcue.org
In the Jewish tradition, when someone is named, it’s believed that the essence of who that person is, is being named and drawn out. It’s why Abram, a name meaning exalted father, is changed to Abraham, meaning a father of a multitude, after God tells him of the descendants he’ll have outnumbering the stars in the sky.
When it came time to name my own two boys we searched for names we liked, but also names that had meanings we wanted to represent them and the essence we wanted drawn out of them.
Asher, in Hebrew means “blessed; happy”.
And Pace in Latin means “peace”.
It’s what I dreamt for my boys. If only it was that simple.
If only we could pick the trajectory we wanted for our children by simply speaking into existence the defining characteristics we want them to embody.
It didn’t take long before I realized this is not how parenting goes, and the names and meaning I wanted so badly for them, actually had more to do with the meanings and characteristics I wanted exemplified in myself.
Something in us as parents sees our children as the chance to live vicariously through them and the choices they have, that we no longer have. We are more tempted to see them as extensions of ourselves, as second chances instead of these entirely other, unique and individualized human beings, who came from us sure, but who are autonomous and unique and not at all under our control.
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These days, as we raise our children I’ve found a common thread coming from the parents we parent with.
A lot of us are wondering what to do about faith.
We’ve noticed the faith of our own childhood looking different from the faith we have now, the things we thought were certain and strong and made as much sense as anything else, to not be as sturdy as we had assumed. It isn’t that we don’t believe. It’s that the belief is so different from where it once started, the metric of faith so other. We are glad to have arrived where we have in this journey of discovery. But it took a minute to get there. So how do we teach with any kind of authority about faith to our kids when so much feels dismantled, rearranged and unsettled for us personally?
I’ve wondered how to look my boys in their eyes and give them answers, when in truth, the answers feel more slippery than they once were, and my confidence in them unstable.
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I think the uncertainty about how to tackle faith with my boys is born from the same place as the desire to name them the way I did. I want to teach them with certitude the things I’ve come to land on so they don’t have to have a period of dismantling, readjusting, rerouting. I want to teach them starting at the finish line, to spare the hardship the journey of faith sometimes initiates in its three steps forward, two steps back.
But what is true about their names is also true about their faith. They are their own. And to wish for them a life of only happiness, peace, and assurance in the big stuff of God, Scripture and all things spiritual—because the alternative is hard—is to rob them of who they are and the distinctly personal trajectory their individual lives will take.
Their story is not mine to write. It is mine to start. And then? To be present should the faith feel more wobbly than they expect.
So I’ll teach my boys on matters of faith like they are starting at square one. With concrete ideas. And certitude. With a lot of wonder but also with a lot of legality. Because they are children. And I’m okay with that. I am not going to introduce a dissonance they don’t yet feel. I’m not going to over complicate what to their young and developing minds feels straightforward and digestible. Even if square one for me was abandoned a long time ago, it was where I had to begin to get where I am now. And besides, that was my journey. It isn’t fair to start theirs at the place mine took 36 years to get to. Especially, when I’m pretty sure I won’t stay where I am now either. In fact, maybe I was wrong to believe that to teach them about faith meant I had to come from a place of having “arrived” myself, when the greatest gift could be a mom en route, in progress, in process.
My objective is to build a foundation in my boys. Not a finished product. And that means we put in place the cornerstones, and also some other pieces that may not stand up over time, but will serve their purpose for right now.
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I named my boys Asher and Pace, happy and peace because I wanted it for me and I wanted it for them—not realizing it was mine to go after myself, and theirs to go after on their own. And I feared I couldn’t teach them a faith that was mine when I didn’t quite understand myself, not realizing faith was mine to introduce to them in the size and space and understanding that matched their minds, and not mine from my own journey to force into the constructs of their hearts and souls.
The story is better when it’s theirs to own, and not mine to dictate. It takes the pressure off me, and gives freedom to them to be their own person. To fight their own battles. Not mine. To posses their own faith. Not mine. To be who they were meant to be, not who I want them to be.
Which means I will hope for their happiness. I will pray for their peace. And I will work alongside them as they do the work of building a faith that stands up against all the world has to throw.
SHOULD YOU MAKE YOUR STUDENTS GO TO CHURCH?
I often talk with parents who tell me that they are struggling to get their students to go to church. They will tell me that their student came once, but just didn't really feel like they got connected. While we strive to make this student ministry the most inviting place for any student on the planet, it is nearly impossible to develop meaningful relationships in one visit, especially if they are here against their will. So what do I think is the solution? Make them go anyway because you know it is good for them. Come serve in the student ministry so they have someone they know in the room that might bring some comfort. Here is an article, that I believe spells out what to do and why.
I Won’t Force My Kids To Go To ChurchPosted on January 25, 2016 by jamesuglum
“My parents forced me to eat three times a day growing up. No joke. Three times. Every. Single. Day. And it wasn’t always stuff I liked, either. Matter of fact, I complained a lot about what my mom made. ‘Ewww, gross! Meatloaf? Seriously? Mom you know we hate this stuff!’ So as I approached adulthood I made an important decision. Since my parents forced me to eat while I was growing up, I decided I was done with meals. Oh, here and there I’ll eat out of obligation. I mean, family traditions like Thanksgiving and Christmas, yeah, I’m there. But daily eating? No way. I’m done. Click here to continue.
GOOD RESOURCES ON BULLYING
Many parents assume that a few scuffles with other kids are par for the course during childhood, and that dealing with a bully or two builds character, especially if a son or daughter learns to stand up to the offender (with or without a punch or two being thrown in the process). These themes have driven crowd-pleasing movies such as The Karate Kid and Back to the Future, but what happens off the silver screen is another story. Click here to continue.
CBN.com In the previous article entitled “A Faith-Based Response to Adolescent Bullying,” I ended by asking readers to email me their questions about bullying. Even I was surprised by the number of fathers, mothers, and grandparents who asked for help with bullying, which in some cases has lasted for years and without resolution.
One worried mother wrote:
This article came at the right time for me. When I picked up my 10-year-old son from school last night, he was crying. I asked him what happened. He said that he was teased because he is short. He said he went to the teacher but nothing was done. Click here to continue.
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