As most of you know by now, my MS has been attacking me since earlier this week but I hadn't shared this information with my parents, mostly because my mother was going to be away for a few days and I didn't want her thoughts to be on me. The more I pondered this, the more I believed she would appreciate knowing what I was going through, even though she could do nothing to help. Well, I knew she could do nothing to help me but in her mind, she could pray and that would be her way of doing something for me even though it would be futile. But you see, I had to respect her way of thinking and share anyway. Being an Atheist doesn't mean I don't have an open mind when it comes to my parents. They are both Christians. Catholic, to be exact. This is who they are and I love them for who they are, despite being Catholic! And they love me, despite my being an Atheist.
Without even asking my mom what she thought of my sharing with her, I know it meant a lot because she knows my thoughts on how ineffective prayer is, yet I accept her as she is, she takes me as I am and I accept ME as I am and am secure in this. I never want my parents to feel I am closing them out of my life because our philosophies are worlds apart. At the same time, the three of us try to do good but for different reasons. I do my best to live a good life for the sake of being a good person. It's simply the right thing to do. I do not need any rewards for the way I live. I am fully aware they feel I am completely misinformed and totally off my rocker in how I view christianity, yet I see them as the ones who are unaware of reality in this regard. But they are wonderfully good people so I do my best not to judge them as I could not ask for better, kinder parents than the ones I have.
|My wonderful parents, 1998 (they still look the same!)|
|Me with my daddy :)|
|Mom and me on Xmas (not sure what year)|