It is fair to say that I have had a very hard few weeks emotionally and was looking for a glimmer of hope some where. With that in mind I sat down with my kids and decided to see how much they really understood about what had happened. Especially in regards to my health, I wanted to know if the news that I had told them earlier had really sunk in. Today seemed like a better time than ever, we were home alone. My husband had been asked to do some over time, and where he works that is rare as hen’s teeth so he took it. So I switched off the TV, and said I wanted to talk.
My son (5yo), pipped up with “Mummy is this good news or bad new?” It was neither I replied. So I asked them if they understood what the doctors had told me, that I no longer had the nasty germ (is how I explained the tumour), they said yes, so I was grateful. I was a little unsure because when I originally told them, I am not sure what I was expecting but all I got was good and they went back to what they were doing at the time.
Then I asked if they had any questions about (Aunt) Tina. Both of them looked at each other and then my son asked “Did God take Aunt Tina and the baby so you could be better?” My heart was breaking at this. I wanted to tell them that a stupid inconsiderate man, didn’t think, didn’t use his brain and drove his car after drinking too much. I wanted to tell them that this man had been at a party celebrating the birth of a friends baby (ironic if you ask me), I wanted to tell them that his mates were just as much to blame for letting him drive. I wanted them to know it all. But no I didn’t, I bit my tongue.
So asked why he thought this, and it all comes down to what he has been taught at school in religious classes. That God has a plan for everyone and sometimes god needs help and so he takes back those he needs. Wow is this, what they are teaching them in religious classes these days. I remember when I was at school it was all about the bible and we would read and discuss what we had read. There were possible more aspects of religion that we learnt but that is all that sticks out in my mind.
I asked him is this is what he believes and I said yes. He was happy with that. Which I feel I did the right thing, because even though I am not the greatest believer in the religious world I will not stop someone else from believing. And that goes for my children too. If next week they wanted to attended church on a regular basis then I will take them, and if they wish not to believe, then that is fine too. I have no right to tell my children who they can and can’t believe in because of me. Like I have told my daughter, if you want to believe in the tooth fairy, Easter bunny and father Christmas, fairies, unicorns, or any other being that we grow up with, then go right on believing. Don’t be bothered by what other people say.
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