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As A Matter Of Fact

Anyone who really knows me knows that I am not a particularly religious person. More specifically I am a very undecided person who wants to believe in something but has very minute amounts of faith in anything and who makes a point in not pushing any particular set of beliefs on my children. However, being raised in a family who believes in God and Christianity, I have always celebrated Christmas (though the thought of celebrating Winter Solstice appeals more to me for some reason) with my family. I am not anti-spiritual by any stretch of the imagination. Though I may be a tad on the skeptical side of any form of organized religion. It is just like everything else in this world, to each his own. If you have strong faith I am glad for you. I wish we all could.

To the point... Savannah has declared, after being exposed briefly this past year to the concepts of Christmas and Chanukah, and the basic concept of each given from a fairly unbiased point of view, that she is Christian. I am impressed that she is so clear on the matter and don't encourage or discourage it either way. I accept that and am glad for her. She believes in heaven and angels and everything. I think for now I will just let her leave it at that. If she wants to know more about Christianity later that is her choice and I will find her whatever I can to help her learn more about it. She has to make that decision though, not me. So anyway...

So as I am standing in the bathroom brushing her tangled waist length hair a minute ago, we get to talking about birth marks. She used to have a strawberry birthmark in the center of her back between her shoulder blades when she was a baby. At the time I was very concerned about it and once felt very badly about it when she was a little baby and someone commented too loudly to someone else at their table across from us in a restaurant once and stared a little too long at her while she was in the high chair and totally hurt my feelings. As she has gotten older it has almost disappeared as it has stretched and all but faded away. If you didn't know it had been there you wouldn't notice it at all now. Not that it matters at all anyway. I never told her I was worried about it. It wasn't an issue. I only made mention to her that she had it and that it used to be much larger and darker red.

Out of the blue today she informed me that the red birthmark on her back was where she had angel wings before she was born. Sometimes my children say things like this regarding being angels before they were born and it shocks me. They don't blink an eye. It is as if they were telling you something you should already know. At times I have totally believed that they were absolutely sure of themselves and a fact is just a fact. It is an interesting explanation though, isn't it? She then went on to say that since Logan's birthmark was on the back of his head his wings must have been there. Then she giggled and went off to play.

Posted by gwendolyn on April 29, 2004 at 05:49 PM