In honor of all the mothers today…
I was curled up with the boys reading bedtime stories. We were snuggled up with Spark In the Dark, a creation story with beautiful, simple pictures. The book begins with the swirling gases of the Universe coming together and forming planet earth. Water forms. Plants form. Animals form. Humans evolve.
Four-year-old Owen interrupted and asked "what is that state’s name again?" Having grown accustomed to his tangential interjections, I didn’t blink an eye. I named off all the states he’s traveled: Oregon, Ohio, Wisconsin, and Washington. He shook his head... I started to name cities he’s been to with notoriety. Still no satisfaction, and he clearly had a specific place in mind, but the lateness of the evening was wearing on him. Finally he said rubbing his eyes, "No, the place I was before I was born. What’s the name of it?"
Clarity took hold of and quieted my confusion. "I’m not sure anyone knows the name of it for sure. Do you remember being there?"
Again, rubbing his eyes and yawning, "Yeah. I liked it. When do we go back?"
I didn’t know the answer until it came out of my mouth, "When we die, honey."
Owen, "That’s right. I’ll meet you there."
And then he snuggled into my arms and went to sleep. I was left holding sweet Owen as he went off to dream land knowing that I was holding one of the greatest teachers I will ever know.
Religious connection, Religious Education started before we were born. It usually entails simply bringing us back to ourselves, to our Source.