I was raised in a Baptist family. I was baptized and went to church and Sunday school every Sunday until I left home for college. I remember sitting through church, my stomach growling as I thought about the breakfast I would have at Grandma’s once the service was finished. The sermons weren’t very interesting to me, but singing the hymns next to my dad helped the time go by faster. In Sunday school, I asked questions that the minister and teachers didn’t appreciate, such as, “Did Adam and Eve have belly buttons?” The adults thought I was being “fresh” but I really wanted to know.
My skepticism about religion began as apathy. My parents did not cultivate my curiosity about the inconsistencies and fallacies that seemed evident to me, so without an intellectual outlet to explore the questions I had, I just stopped being interested. I didn’t feel any love for any gods and I didn’t feel any need for supernatural explanations to anything. I preferred thinking about the biological rather than the spiritual. Frogs, salamanders and worms occupied me for hours. And at Christmastime or Easter, I felt no emotional connection to the religious undercurrent of the holidays.
When I got to college, I was intrigued by the diversity of race, religion and culture. I had never met a Jew or Muslim before. I started to question why any of us thought we had the story of our existence right. I started taking philosophy classes, in which I was usually the loud and dissenting opinion about topics that I found myself uncontrollably passionate about: fate, theism, free will and epistemeology.
Finally, I acknowledged what I think I knew while sitting in church all those years. I was an atheist. Arriving at that conclusion felt like coming home for the first time in my life. It was right. The world looked more beautiful, complete and perfect to me.
My husband is an atheist too. We have a seventeen month old son I’ll call Soren here. The purpose of this blog is to document my journey raising Soren to be a critical thinker, a skeptic of the unprovable and supernatural, and an independent thinker. Already my husband and I are recognizing the difficulties of atheist parenting that lie ahead of us. It’s the harder road to travel, but we fully believe it’s in Soren’s best interests.