I admit it. I stick out in the way that I parent. It's a strange mix of strict and lenient. I homeschool and expect nothing but the best, yet Kid has watched shows like The Simpsons and CSI since the age of two.
Tonight, we watched a rerun of Family Guy. Through most of it, we talked about what it means to be part of the military, to be gay, to be judged by the way you look, your last name, the choices you've made. We talked about Westboro Baptist Church, scriptural truth and twisting, and what it means to love like Christ.
She's 10. Dangerously close to the age where she'll stop listening to me. So I try to slip in as many lessons about life as I can. I base them on things she sees, the way we're treated at Walmart, the food we give to friends, the family that silently disagrees with our lifestyle. I want her to know what's important, the way to treat people, the things to hold on to, and let go of.
So far, she's the golden child, the easy student. I can only hope she continues to learn in this way.
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