I’ve written about my daughter’s nascent fundamentalism before; it finally erupted into real problems for me over the past month.
It seems that a discussion about the Lenten Fast (Chocolate for Her if you must know) at a friend’s house led a major arguement and a dream in which God told my little girl that he was angry with the world. I was not privvy to this dream or the argument until I received a call from the school (Catholic School no less) about my Daughter.
It seems she was cursing the kids to hell in the name of God.
And my wife wonders why I discourage religousness. Sigh.
When speaking to the Principal I had to speak in code to avoid insulting my wife; placing the blame for the fundamentalist leanings in my daughter squarely on the shoulders of the Evilution-Denying shoulders of my wife and mother-in-law. I’m game to discuss religion, but I always ensure that I frame it as a social coping mechanism. It seems this nuance is lost on my little Christo-Fascist in training.
I apologized to the Principal and told him that I would speak to my Daughter about her behavior; we comiserated about Fundamentalism of that stripe and it’s corrosive effects and ended the call. I then called my parents and asked them to NEVER discuss religion with my daughter again; as reinforcing it was causing trouble at school.
I’ve asked my wife to do the same with her family, but as I have said before “they’ve got the Jesus”…
Two More Years… Just Two more…