Re: Santa, myths, religion, and god…
Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2017 3:34 pm
Some thoughts I've had and never got around to posting, but Linked's post about the Tooth Fairy changed my mind.
About eighteen months ago at a Meetup I met a woman, my age, same number of kids, same ages. She was the first person I ever told I was an unbelieving Mormon. She told me she was an atheist and did not play Santa in celebration of Christmas.
When asked why and here was her reason: She was told Santa was true as a child. When she questioned her mother, her mother lied and told her Santa was real and doubled down, making intricate explanations, situations, etc. to prove Santa was real. This woman was quite old when she came to terms that Santa was not real and that her mother lied to her. She was hurt and refuses to allow her children that same hurt.
I told her my experience: My parents played Santa with me. I figured it out on my own, kept it to myself for a time all while gathering evidence, finally approached my parents who confirmed I was right, Santa wasn’t real, and I continued to play for the benefit of my younger siblings. I felt no harm in the game. My parents didn’t go to great lengths to push the Santa myth, and when confronted, they told the truth. I fell absolutely no harm was done to me because Santa left me presents as a child. The woman told me that had her parents approached it like mine did, she may not have such negative feelings toward Santa, but she has a lot of hurt and anger and therefore refuses to play Santa at Christmas.
I’ve thought about this a lot. Much has been said equating belief in Santa and religion/god, and I have to admit, that finding out the truth about the church isn’t what hurt – it was being lied to. Had I asked some questions, confided my doubt, asked someone (parents, leaders, church authorities) and been given the truth, I’m not sure that I would have been so upset about finding out the truth about Mormonism. Had I been treated more like I graduated from being a child and was ready to move to adulthood I think I could have felt like there was a place for me and to stick around. But in Mormonism, one is perpetually a child.
Theoretically, I’m trying to raise my kids the way my parents played Santa with me. I don’t see a lot of harm in letting kids go to church, teaching them about god. I want them to know the bible – I think it is an important literary work and the basis of western thought/ideology. But when they come to me and ask questions, I want to give them the truth, even if that truth is: I don’t know, I don’t have it figured out yet, let’s figure it out or discuss it together.
When my child comes to me and asks if Jesus really walked on water*, I want to be able to say, “What do you think?” I want to start a dialogue about why people would want to believe in a miracle like that, to explain why people today believe it is true. How the myth behind it can be true or contain truth, but not be historically or physically factual.
I say theoretically I am trying to do this, because the indoctrination I received runs deep. My initial and emotional reaction is to repel everything I was ever told, taught, believed and to throw it all away. I do believe that young children are much brighter than we give them credit for. There will come a day when naturally they will wonder, ask questions, doubt. I have to remember that the stories we tell have a basis for teaching truth.
I think the big problem with the way we teach religion/god/spirituality within Mormonism (and within other denominations as well) is that we teach it as the absolute truth and not a stepping stone or a path to find or explore truth. The way we teach religion is for children. We need to grow up and move past it. I know that to a lot of people (at church) that makes me uppity. I prefer to think that I’ve matured and moved beyond the stories and am ready to progress into what the stories mean and what they represent.
Anyway, a lot of rambling about things I think about. The short version is this: I consider myself a believer in the power of myth and I want my kids to learn and understand stories and the power and truth they contain in order to understand the world and themselves. If the church could teach this way, I’d have no problem staying in.
*I only use this as an example because my six-year old and I were reading a book about water, surface tension, and how some insects can walk on water. “Can a cat walk on water? A person?” I asked. My kid laughed. “No! That would be silly.” So we’ll see what happens when they’re taught something different in Primary.
About eighteen months ago at a Meetup I met a woman, my age, same number of kids, same ages. She was the first person I ever told I was an unbelieving Mormon. She told me she was an atheist and did not play Santa in celebration of Christmas.
When asked why and here was her reason: She was told Santa was true as a child. When she questioned her mother, her mother lied and told her Santa was real and doubled down, making intricate explanations, situations, etc. to prove Santa was real. This woman was quite old when she came to terms that Santa was not real and that her mother lied to her. She was hurt and refuses to allow her children that same hurt.
I told her my experience: My parents played Santa with me. I figured it out on my own, kept it to myself for a time all while gathering evidence, finally approached my parents who confirmed I was right, Santa wasn’t real, and I continued to play for the benefit of my younger siblings. I felt no harm in the game. My parents didn’t go to great lengths to push the Santa myth, and when confronted, they told the truth. I fell absolutely no harm was done to me because Santa left me presents as a child. The woman told me that had her parents approached it like mine did, she may not have such negative feelings toward Santa, but she has a lot of hurt and anger and therefore refuses to play Santa at Christmas.
I’ve thought about this a lot. Much has been said equating belief in Santa and religion/god, and I have to admit, that finding out the truth about the church isn’t what hurt – it was being lied to. Had I asked some questions, confided my doubt, asked someone (parents, leaders, church authorities) and been given the truth, I’m not sure that I would have been so upset about finding out the truth about Mormonism. Had I been treated more like I graduated from being a child and was ready to move to adulthood I think I could have felt like there was a place for me and to stick around. But in Mormonism, one is perpetually a child.
Theoretically, I’m trying to raise my kids the way my parents played Santa with me. I don’t see a lot of harm in letting kids go to church, teaching them about god. I want them to know the bible – I think it is an important literary work and the basis of western thought/ideology. But when they come to me and ask questions, I want to give them the truth, even if that truth is: I don’t know, I don’t have it figured out yet, let’s figure it out or discuss it together.
When my child comes to me and asks if Jesus really walked on water*, I want to be able to say, “What do you think?” I want to start a dialogue about why people would want to believe in a miracle like that, to explain why people today believe it is true. How the myth behind it can be true or contain truth, but not be historically or physically factual.
I say theoretically I am trying to do this, because the indoctrination I received runs deep. My initial and emotional reaction is to repel everything I was ever told, taught, believed and to throw it all away. I do believe that young children are much brighter than we give them credit for. There will come a day when naturally they will wonder, ask questions, doubt. I have to remember that the stories we tell have a basis for teaching truth.
I think the big problem with the way we teach religion/god/spirituality within Mormonism (and within other denominations as well) is that we teach it as the absolute truth and not a stepping stone or a path to find or explore truth. The way we teach religion is for children. We need to grow up and move past it. I know that to a lot of people (at church) that makes me uppity. I prefer to think that I’ve matured and moved beyond the stories and am ready to progress into what the stories mean and what they represent.
Anyway, a lot of rambling about things I think about. The short version is this: I consider myself a believer in the power of myth and I want my kids to learn and understand stories and the power and truth they contain in order to understand the world and themselves. If the church could teach this way, I’d have no problem staying in.
*I only use this as an example because my six-year old and I were reading a book about water, surface tension, and how some insects can walk on water. “Can a cat walk on water? A person?” I asked. My kid laughed. “No! That would be silly.” So we’ll see what happens when they’re taught something different in Primary.