Ethan loves numbers. He obsesses about them. He loves figuring out patterns and puzzles. His latest exploration is years. What year did mommy and daddy get married? What year was mommy born? What year was it when you were in Kindergarten?
Well last night when I was putting him to bed, he asked me if there were any people in the year 1. I told him yes, lots. But he seemed confused. Then we had a protracted discussion of AD/BC and negative numbers. Then the big question: what year was the world created? Oh crap!
I told him no one knows for sure but that it was a very very long time. I wanted to give him a firm 5000ish, but I just could not go there. It was late, so he fell asleep.
I know it is stupid, but I do not want to introduce ambiguity into his world just yet. My parents adopted the fundamentalist line in total. But they actually believe it. I have faith, but I am considerably less dogmatic as the years go by. Grey is a much more prominent color in my life today than in years past.
My dilemma is this: I do not want to be inauthentic with my kid and blindly feed him the party line even if I do not believe it. But at the same time I know that if I introduce too much ambiguity, God will become like Santa and the Easter Bunny (incidentally we do not *do* either).