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For my first blog post in our new home, I must brag a bit. My little boy is a thinker. My husband and I are both atheists, but his grandparents are super religious. I’ve had a couple tense conversations with the grans about boundaries in terms of sharing their faith. In my view, any sharing at all is completely inappropriate knowing that my husband and I are openly atheist and anti-theist. Well, apparently all of the boundary discussions were totally unecessary. My little guy can handle things just fine himself.
My husband and I celebrate winter solstice, but lest we be left out of the family festivities we accompanied the grans to a gathering on xmas eve. They were worried about making it back home in time to attend a church service that evening. As we were leaving the gathering and getting buckled in the car, I (out of politeness) asked if they thought they would make it back in time for church. My son piped up then, and this is the conversation that followed:
Boy child: You want to go to church? Why? To learn about god?
Boy child: But god isn’t real.
Granna: He is real to some people.
Boy child: Have you ever SEEN god?
Granna: I see god all around me.
Boy child: [more persistent this time] But god isn’t REAL!
At this point, I interjected and gently let my son know that he had made his point. But silently, I was bursting with pride. Here is the kicker, though. I wasn’t necessarily proud of my son’s insistence that god isn’t real. He gets that from listening to my husband and myself. He was simply regurgitating what he hears us say in the same way a child being brought up in a religious household would say the opposite. What made me the most proud was the way he questioned what he was being told. “Have you ever seen god?” Beautiful. Without really understanding the importance of what he was doing, my little almost-four-year-old was exercising critical thinking. He was asking for a bit of evidence. This was preschooler skepticism in action.
I was equally satisfied with my mother’s responses. They just served to reinforce my impression that religious people don’t understand why it is they believe what they believe. Let’s break it down, shall we? “He is real to some people.” Um, no. God is either real or not. God either exists or not. God cannot be real to some people and not to others. I think what she was trying to say is that some people believe in god and some don’t, which is true. But still, that doesn’t say anything about the plausibility of god’s existence, only that some people buy it and some don’t. Next: “I see god all around me.” Again, nope. People see nature all around them and they don’t understand how it all works. Instead of turning to science or skeptical inquiry to help them make sense of things, religious people fill in the gaps of their knowledge with a deity.
When we were safely back home and the grans were on their way to sing hosannas, I grabbed my little skepling, looked him in the eyes and told him how proud I was of all his questions. I told him he has a good brain. I never want him to be atheist just because his father and I are atheist. I want him to think through things and arrive at conclusions based on facts, evidence and reason. As he grows, I expect that his questions will become even more insightful. Whatever the future holds, I am one proud mommy.