I was raised Catholic, but it never really took. I can't remember, even as a kid, buying into its teachings or rituals. None of my three children were/are given a strong religious upbringing. My older son is 27, agnostic, seemingly well-adjusted (though, to my way of thinking, under-ambitious and sometimes riled by petty annoyances), and fairly happy with his life (single, law firm clerk, vegetarian, liberal enough to make me seem like Pat Buchanan, and somewhat of an activist). My 23-yr-old daughter is married w/ two children, a conservative, church-going Protestant whose husband aspires to become a preacher, works in accounting, looking to buy a first home, happy, and well-adjusted. My 12-yr-old son, who lives w/ his mom in SoCal but spends his school breaks w/ me here in VA, is happy, has seen much of this country, been to Paris, is gifted (he is enrolled in Johns Hopkins University's Center for Talented Youth, and began a three-week resident math course at Stanford as part of that program this past weekend), plays baseball and bassoon, and seems to be on his way to becoming a contributing member of society.Sudden Sam wrote:Speaking of kids:
My Jesus-lovin' son has been in and out of trouble his entire life. Still a bit aimless and troubled. My agnostic son has never had a problem and has his life going in a great direction.
Does this mean a damn thing at all?
BTW, I love 'em both more than anything.
Frankly, I don't really care what religion they believe in or practice, as long as their decisions are based on rational thought, and their actions are good and just.
And I love the hell out of all three of 'em.