Whoa, Camila. Possible controversial topic? Really? Are you really going there?!
Yes, I am. But very respectfully.
Now, let it be known that I am very respectful of everyone’s personal beliefs and I in no way intend on convincing anyone that I’m right in this subject. As you all know, I talk about a lot of different aspects of my life very openly, and I in no way feel like I am better than anyone because of my own opinions and personal beliefs. It’s just a blog entry. Isn’t that what a personal blog is for, after all? Also, this is not an invitation for attempts of conversions from any readers. A lot of my loved ones are of the Christian faith, and this is not intended to offend or provoke anyone. I am very lucky to have a very diverse audience for my writings, and I appreciate the love and support I’ve had with my blog. All I ask in return is that my personal opinions and beliefs are respected when I put them out in the Universe, as I respect everyone who puts up bible quotes and talks about their own spiritual or religious experiences.
With all that being said, yes, I’m an Atheist. I was born in Brazil, a very Catholic country. My entire family at the time of my birth was Catholic, I grew up going to churches, I have hazy memories of going to Sunday school, and we always sang Hail Mary’s and The Lord’s Prayer during birthdays and family get-togethers. As I grew up, I never felt the closeness with God that everyone around me did. I faked it, and I wanted to believe in it all. But I did not. As I got tired of going through the motions without the feelings to accompany it, I decided I’d be true to myself and face the fact that religion is just not for me.
My husband luckily shares the same feeling about religion and spirituality. We’ve had many conversations about it, and we ultimately went through the same realization and came to the same conclusion. Needless to say, we will not be pushing our girls to believe in anything or nothing, and we want them to have the opportunity to choose for themselves as they grow.
Having gone through difficult times in life, something as scary as premature labor at 28 weeks pregnant and ultimately having them that small, going through some scary times in the NICU, and going through all the high ups and desperate downs of Postpartum Depression, I have come out of it all still an Atheist. I credit myself for keeping my head up high and adapting to change after change in my personal life, not giving up on myself, and for realizing that I am much more than I used to think I was. I got myself to where I am, with unconditional support from my parents and sister, regardless of not sharing in the same religious or personal beliefs they do. I solely credit my girls for their own achievements in the hospital and coming home healthy as horses, as well as their nurses and doctors. River and Lydia had the tiny but mighty willpower to thrive, meet milestones, and successfully come home without monitors or oxygen machines. Their doctors used all their knowledge and skills in order to keep the girls stable when needed, and their nurses loved, talked, and cared for them daily. It never crossed my mind to give credit to a separate entity over how well the girls did. While I appreciate everyone’s intentions and what it meant when people said that they were praying for us and the girls, I ultimately believe that my girls and their doctors and nurses alone were responsible for their excellent progress thus far. It’s just not our thing, but it’s sweet and appreciated.
The girls won’t be baptized, as that is part of something Rick and I don’t see as a necessity. We won’t take them to church, we won’t have them praying before meals and bedtime, we won’t teach them that there’s a God out there. We want them to be able to choose for themselves and research, discover, and make their own decision as they get older. It’s only fair to them and us, since we don’t take part in any of that and we’d never fake it for the sake of the girls. Heck, we were even told that we should take advantage of free babysitting services some churches around us offer, but we refuse to pretend to be something we’re not just for the sake of having help with the babies. It wouldn’t be right, and it doesn’t sit well with us. But whatever the girls decide to believe in or not, after discovering things for themselves, they’ll have our full support.
The point is, God or no God, we’re all part of the same community. We all have morals, know what is considered good and bad, and we all have a conscience. How you choose to explain it all is your own personal choice, and there’s no right or wrong in my book. Much like parenting, what you choose to follow as a religion or lack thereof is what works best for you, so who are we to judge each other over personal feelings and beliefs? I don’t live your life and you don’t live mine (though you do read all about it), so who are we to make such personal choices for others or to feel like we have the right to judge others for their decisions regarding this subject? As long as we all love one another and treat each other as we’d like to be treated, we’re on the right path. It can’t get more reassuring than that. The world would be a much better place if everyone realized that.