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« Reply #15 on: July 08, 2010, 02:12:31 PM »

I would recommend Dale McGowan's book:

Parenting Beyond Belief: On Raising Ethical, Caring Kids Without Religion

It's a collection of essays about your topic and many others and it includes multiple different possible courses of action, including several of those suggested above.  It also specifically addresses issues connected to "interfaith" households where one partner is of the "no faith at all" persuasion and the other is not.  I have found it very helpful in thinking about many of these issues, particularly from the perspective you seem to value--how do you teach a child to be intellectually curious and intellectually honest yet live in a pluralistic society? 

The sections that may be particularly relevant for you:
Dan Barker's "My Father's House"
Tom Flynn & Dale McGowan's Point/Counterpoint "The Question of the Claus--Should the Santa Story Stay or Go in Secular Families?" pp. 85-90

Of course, you may also get a lot of mileage in general out of:
Norm Allen’s “Thinking My Way to Adulthood”
Pete Wernick’s “Parenting in a Secular/Religious Marriage”
Stu Tanquist’s “Choosing Your Battles”

It’s one of my most recommended books for parents (old and new).

Thank you for these reading suggestions (as well as thanks to all for comments so far). Just to clarify, being an atheist does not make me "of no religion." I'm a Unitarian Universalist who considered ministry for a career. It's definitely not a secular household.
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« Reply #16 on: July 08, 2010, 03:00:47 PM »

WHAT DO YOU MEAN SANTA'S NOT REAL?!!! Dammit.....

The tooth fairy, well, that b*tch was cheap back in the day and probably lazy too. I also had a "tooth fairy pillow" and never got more than a quarter. Grandpa used to give me quarters anytime, just for being cute.
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« Reply #17 on: July 08, 2010, 04:15:28 PM »

An acquaintance's child got $20 for her first tooth. 


No, not intentionally.  They forgot to do the switch during the night.  When child asked, early the next morning, Mom's groggy reply was that she should look again, maybe it got lost in the sheets.  Said while making eyes at husband who hurried to hide the cash before child finished the conversation.  Unfortunately, all he had in the wallet he grabbed on the way out of the bedroom was 20's, so that's what went under the pillow.

So then they had to come up with another story about the first tooth being special so as not to create such high expectations. 

Tis a tangled web we weave...  ;)
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« Reply #18 on: July 08, 2010, 04:24:22 PM »

...or when the neighbor gets 10 dollars for the tooth, the other friend gets a dollar, and you have to explain why some kid gets more from the tooth fairy than another kid.
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« Reply #19 on: July 08, 2010, 05:18:28 PM »

Coconut #1, who is 7, decided when she was 6, and on tooth #3, that she'd rather have the tooth than the $5 (standard for our area - I went to a birthday party and asked everyone).  THEN she had the nerve to try to buy the other two teeth back from us! 
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« Reply #20 on: July 08, 2010, 06:49:41 PM »

I had much older brothers and sisters and I could tell they didn't believe in any of that, so I decided I wouldn't believe, either.  But, they had so much fun trying to convince me that it all really was true that I wasn't quite sure what to do; I also didn't know what to do about my friends who so obviously did believe in them.  I eventually asked my mom and she explained that believing in these things, or pretending to, was part of the magic.  It wasn't up to me to spoil anyone else's magic moments, whether that was my friends, who truly believed, or my siblings, who were helping to make magic for me.  She asked if I enjoyed the magic, and I admitted that I did, but that it made me feel funny since I "knew" it couldn't be true.  She then explained that a lot of things we think can't be true maybe really are, at least for the person that believes it.  Logic isn't everything and if it is happy magic maybe it wouldn't hurt to suspend disbelief and just enjoy it--whether we were receiving it, or making it for others as I would be for my friends and siblings by going along with it.  I liked that.  I still like that. 

Y'know, to this day, when Puck asks for our pardon and release at the end of Tempest I can't help but tear up a bit as I applaud a little harder.  Just as I still do when asked to clap if I believe in fairies--even if I'm watching alone in my own home.  I can't help it.  That kind of magic is just too strong, and it feels too good.  Why deny myself the pleasure of a little happy magic?
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« Reply #21 on: July 08, 2010, 07:29:30 PM »

I had much older brothers and sisters and I could tell they didn't believe in any of that, so I decided I wouldn't believe, either.  But, they had so much fun trying to convince me that it all really was true that I wasn't quite sure what to do; I also didn't know what to do about my friends who so obviously did believe in them.  I eventually asked my mom and she explained that believing in these things, or pretending to, was part of the magic.  It wasn't up to me to spoil anyone else's magic moments, whether that was my friends, who truly believed, or my siblings, who were helping to make magic for me.  She asked if I enjoyed the magic, and I admitted that I did, but that it made me feel funny since I "knew" it couldn't be true.  She then explained that a lot of things we think can't be true maybe really are, at least for the person that believes it.  Logic isn't everything and if it is happy magic maybe it wouldn't hurt to suspend disbelief and just enjoy it--whether we were receiving it, or making it for others as I would be for my friends and siblings by going along with it.  I liked that.  I still like that. 

Y'know, to this day, when Puck asks for our pardon and release at the end of Tempest I can't help but tear up a bit as I applaud a little harder.  Just as I still do when asked to clap if I believe in fairies--even if I'm watching alone in my own home.  I can't help it.  That kind of magic is just too strong, and it feels too good.  Why deny myself the pleasure of a little happy magic?

LOVE this! LOVE it.

And I've often used the line with my kids that just because we have never seen something doesn't mean it's not real.

In the past year, Bioette was talking about Rudolph and his shiny red nose. She had been worried the hunters would get him. I said that I can't imagine a hunter would kill a deer with a glowing red nose; he's too special! She said something else and I said that I had never, ever seen a reindeer that could fly, much less one with a glowing nose. But nature is full of magical things. And we talked about lightning bugs making their own light and deep sea fish with their bioluminescence (some are red). With these examples, I said that clearly there were animals that had flashing or glowing body parts so I couldn't rule out the possibility of a reindeer with a glowing nose. Her big brother, Bioson, got into it and kept bringing in other examples of bioluminescent animals he knew of. He was pleased to help make the magic for her.

It was a special conversation for all of us, for different reasons.

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