I’m not a religious person. Spiritual? Yes. Religious? No. In the words of Ziggy Marley, Love is my religion. My husband and I have decided to raise our kids without religion. Our primary intention in raising our children is to teach them to be good people and love one another.
Before I get too deep, let me preface by saying that I respect religion. To all of my friends, no matter what you believe, I respect you. I think religion is a beautiful thing. I understand the sense of community, fellowship, and purpose that religion brings you. But, it’s not for me. I’m a believer, but I don’t care to put a label on my beliefs. I hope you can mutually respect this about me.
Naturally, religion is the basis of so many things in our modern world. Our family celebrates most Christian holidays, because both my husband and I were raised Catholic. We don’t attend church, but we use these days to celebrate love, family, tradition, and togetherness; four things that are oh-so-important to us. We’re also making a conscience effort to educate ourselves and our children on holidays outside of Christianity. And since food is one commonality that almost all holidays share, I’m all for celebrating as much as possible. 😉
Another idea, that I think people of all religions can agree on, is the concept of the good samaritan. Learning to be a good samaritan and overall good person is so, so important. With so much hatred and selfishness in the world, the most important thing we can teach our children is to be kind to everyone. To love everyone. And I mean EVERYONE.
When I was growing up, there were many times that I would come home to cry to my mom about a bully at school. You know, some mean girl who was making fun of my clothes, or cheating off my homework. She taught me a valuable viewpoint that has stuck with me. She would always say,
“You never know what’s going on at somebody’s home. There’s always a reason why people act that way.”
To this day, I remind myself of this anytime I encounter somebody who is less-than-pleasant. It really helps me see the world differently and with a kinder perspective.
Why did I share this little story? Because it’s the most important lesson I ever learned and the most important lesson I can teach my own children. Love everybody. Try to understand everybody. Everybody has a story. Everybody has their own beliefs. There is no right or wrong religion. It’s right to be a good person and it is wrong to be a bad person. Simple as that.
Love is my religion.