Five Challenges of Older Parents

I am 47 years old and am the proud mother of an eight year old boy and a five year old girl. When my husband and I decided to go ahead and have a family, even though I was looking at the downside of my 30s, it never really crossed our minds not to do it. We had it all figured out of course. We would have a boy and a girl as close together as we could have them (we were hoping for twins). I would stay in my career, working to support our family, while my husband would be the stay at home dad. Unfortunately... it didn't exactly work out that way.

My husband and I met online just before 9/11. We were both gainfully employed. I already had my Bachelor's Degree. Brian was working on his. But by the time we walked down the aisle in April of 2004, we were both unemployed and looking at an uncertain future. Before we went on our honeymoon in August of that year, I had already had two miscarriages. Another followed not long after.

By the time I was offered a career opportunity to move to Phoenix, AZ, we'd basically given up on the whole kid thing. Figured it just wasn't in the cards after all. That was late 2005. Brian had gotten a good job driving truck, with good health insurance, and my career was finally back on track, albeit, with a property development startup. Well, you can kind of guess what happened next. We got pregnant again, and the housing bubble burst.

The first challenge of being an older parent are the genetic tests. I was 38 when I became pregnant with Leel. Downs Syndrome and other genetic abnormalities become more of a possibility. Thankfully, the barrage of tests put Leel's risk of a genetic abnormality at less then 1%. We spent a lot of time in doctor's offices, and I had to fork over a lot of blood, to get those results.

My last day at my job (I was being let go because the housing market flatlined), I started to bleed. I left that position in an ambulance. By the time I got to the Women's hospital, my doctor had already abandoned me (he didn't do high risk). I was 26 1/5 weeks along or so. I spent the next two and a half weeks in the hospital with HELLP syndrome. I required transfusions and steroids to keep me going long enough for the baby to develop far enough to have the best chance to live outside of the womb. That miracle time was 29 weeks the doctors said. We made it, and Leel was taken out by emergency c-section (my platelets were dropping again). He was tiny, but healthy. I spent another two weeks in the hospital battling infection and recovering. Leel came home two weeks after that.

Boy were we unprepared! It is hard enough trying to prepare for a full term baby, but a preemie has its own set of special rules. Leel was born blind, which is quite common. He required special doctor visits which had to be done like we were trying to smuggle him out of the country. Preemies CANNOT get sick. Things relax a bit once they reach their actual due date. Leel was born in December. He was due in March.

Because of Leel's special needs, Brian couldn't quit his job or we'd lose our health insurance, and I couldn't get another job because we had no one to watch Leel.

The second challenge of being older parents is less family support. Leel's grandparents were already in their 70s by the time he was born. My father died decades before his birth. My mother was/is in poor health. Brian's parents are still independent, but not physically capable to watch little children for very long. Brian's and my siblings were already in the middle of raising their own families and/or careers. Brian and I (and our families) were at the mercy of the job market as well, since it was the time of the Great Recession. Several of our siblings lost their jobs after 2008. Brian had to go where the jobs were. More often then not, those jobs were no where near our families.

Don't get me wrong, our families totally stepped in when Leel was born, and later when Runa arrived. They've been nothing but supportive and there for us in every way they can be. Our families rock. We are super blessed to have them all.

The third challenge of being older parents is giving up our lives/dreams. Young parents have similar issues, but as older parents, we don't have the years after the kids go to school and leave the nest to look forward to. Originally we had thought Brian would be getting his graduate degree at the same time as being a stay at home dad. His parents went to school at the same time they started a family. Instead I gave up my career for the most part, and Brian gave up getting his graduate degree since he had to work to support us. An acquaintance, a new father, was going on to me just today about how he had to give up scuba diving and his home beer distillery because he decided to become a father. It clarified to me what Brian and I have given up due to our age to have our kids. We were not well off when we met and decided to live the rest of our lives together. Were we selfish to want a family anyway? I don't know. We have no regrets regardless. We adore our children. We'll both be near retirement age by the time they graduate from high school. So, instead of saving for our retirement, we are saving for our kids' college educations. Retirement is very likely not in the picture for us.

We both believe we'll be able to go back to school eventually, ourselves. I want to get my Masters in order to teach, and Brian wants to get several degrees so he can live out the rest of his days doing linguistic and anthropological research. We still dream.

I spent the first almost three years with Leel mostly alone. I did freelance graphic design from home to help bolster our income while Brian was out on the road. When I became pregnant with Runa, we decided to make a push to move closer to family. At about seven months along, we moved closer to Brian's family.

My pregnancy with Runa was completely normal. No preeclampsia this time. Again we went through all the genetic testing and more. This time I was tested for diabetes over and over again, and tested for long term high blood pressure. I passed every test. But at eight months along I was experiencing PPD. Probably due to the stress of finding a doctor. Even though we had good insurance, no doctor wanted me because of my age and weight. They'd throw tests at me trying to find a problem so they could excuse their not wanting to treat me. Didn't matter I was almost full term. On top of that, we couldn't come up with $3,600.00 upfront. That was our insurance deductible. We paid out of pocket for all the tests, but it wasn't enough for the doctors I saw. Having insurance was more of a problem then help. Because we had insurance we couldn't go to a clinic or get medicaid. But because we couldn't afford our deductible, no for-profit doctor would consider us. We figured I'd be having Runa in an ER (rates are quadrupled that way) whenever I went into labor. The biggest problem, besides cost, with that scenario is the complications that could arise from having a natural birth after already having a c-section. A few weeks before I was due, a teaching hospital took me on, thank goodness!

Runa was born via c-section when I was 41 years old. Although the pregnancy was completely normal, my recovery afterwards wasn't. I write about that experience in three separate posts - Hitting Misery's Bottom, No Where to Go But Upward, and Healing - http://contemporary-native.blogspot.com/2012/03/hitting-miserys-bottom.html .

The fourth challenge of being older parents is preparing for our deaths (and old age in general). Our kids could be very young when one or both of us die. We hope not, of course. We both hope to live into our 80s or more. Brian is convinced he'll see 100. For me, though, because of my weight and limited movement, I have to be more realistic. Having my two children took a lot out of me, I'm afraid. Finding Guardians for our kids in case of our deaths while they are still young is much more immediately important. Thankfully, we both have siblings and friends who want to help. As it is our children will be living through their grandparents' deaths sooner rather than later. Luck willing we will be there to help them through their first experiences with grief.

The fifth challenge of being older parents is missing out on our children's adult lives. Will we live to see our children become successful? Get married and have families of their own? We don't know. Will we ever get to the point where we see our kids as fellow adults instead of our little babies? I sure hope so. I hear all the time from other parents about how much they miss their kids being little. We do not. Not at all. For us we are always anxious for the next year. We can't wait to watch our kids grow, learn and blossom. Every year behind us is a personal success for us and our kids. No way would we want them to be babies again. Baby fever is definitely a thing of the past for me. Perhaps part of that is because I am starting to go through my change of life. My poor husband. He has to deal with my menopause and our kids' adolescence at about the same time. Hormone overload! Poor hubby!

Every parent has their own challenges. Every parent gives up much to have children. We aren't special in that regard. Some of the challenges are just different. And some, like giving up privacy in the bathroom (or anywhere), we all share.

The Price of Family Shame

This is probably the hardest post I will ever write. The problem is ingrained in almost every culture.

Even though statistics show our streets are as safe as they were back in the 1970s, we still keep our children close and don't them run about town because of "stranger danger."

I reject "stranger danger."

Why? Because they aren't a stranger to someone. Every person out there who has less than healthy designs on children and other people are KNOWN to someone. But we wait for human predators to mature and get caught instead of doing anything to stop them before they hurt someone.

There will never be an absence of predators out there. That is the way of things. Yet, overall, life is a whole lot less dangerous than it used to be. But we still keep our kids close and often to their detriment. Better overweight from lack of exercise than the remote possibility they will be kidnapped by a stranger while riding their bike.

I maintain that for every bully, sociopath, psychopath, molester, gynophile, pedophile, rapist, hater - for every predator - there is someone who knows, someone who knew, but chooses/chose not to tell. That choice 'not to tell' is the crux.

We aren't doing our kids a favor by keeping them close. Most children are molested by someone they know. More often than not a family member. The odds are EXTREMELY high it will not be a stranger. Same with being raped. Yet we focus on "stranger danger" over all else in spite of the evidence to the contrary. Evidence that is not new. This is the way it has always been.

I've been studying this for over 25 years. I have my own family nightmare that I wish I could talk about openly. I'm being a full on hypocrite, actually, by not talking about it. And why don't I talk about it openly? Why don't I name names? Because it will hurt a lot of people. It's not that I didn't tell people several times back when it was happening to me, I did. No, the blame for not stopping it early on does not fall on my shoulders at least (I was eight). But I am part of the problem none the less for keeping the secret well into my adulthood.

So why didn't the adults I told back when I was eight stop it? First off, they did try. But the biggest reason it wasn't taken to someone, a professional, outside of the family is because of "family shame".

I'm 44 now and, like I mentioned, I've been studying this for a very long time. I've been in group therapy sessions, talked with friends, read books, researched online and studied psychology and sociology in college. I took every psych and related class my university had to offer. I even did independent studies on pedophilia and recidivism, as well as childhood personality development. Because of my "side" obsession, I ended up going to school for over six years before I graduated.

Look at it this way, the adult predator in question who we all love to hate started out as someone's child, someone's sibling, someone's nephew/niece, someone's cousin. If you found out today that your little brother or older sister was a predator, what would you do? Would you really? What if they were 10? That's how old my abuser was when it started. I was five. I told my mother three years later.

Don't envision me as your five your old daughter, envision the 10 year old abuser as your child. What do you do? It's so much easier when the abuser is someone else's child isn't it? Easier to call social services on them. Call the police. Hate them.

What happens to this child you love if people find out they are an abuser? 

Now think of your reputation. Your spouse's reputation. What will people think of your other children? And if you do get the child help, many states require therapists report such things to social services regardless of doctor/patient confidentiality. What will your neighbors think? The people in  your children's school? The parents of your children's friends? Your fellow church goers? Your employer and fellow employees? Can you imagine such a family stigma?

Can you blame these families for burying such secrets?

As a mother myself now... well... I understand it, at least. But, yes, they are to blame.

Why? Because most predators are made, not born. I only found out recently that my abuser was molested in a public bathroom as a young child. If the adults I had told had gotten my abuser outside help, therapy, right away, things could have been so different. BOTH an abuser and a victim would have been saved. As well as any other current/potential victims. Not to mention the next generation of victims and so on. THINK of all those who would never have been victims if the molester who abused my abuser had gotten help early on.

Do you see! Don't you think that is worth any stigma?

No? Well, I understand, I do. But you must also know that keeping such secrets not only doesn't make it stop or go away, but puts a heavy burden on the victim, right? NOW think of me, the five year old victim as your child, too. Do you think getting outside help would make things worse for her? Unlikely. She already lives with a constant dread of accidentally being left alone with her abuser. Or the abuser finding her alone. Her outgoing personality has already changed to one of quiet submissiveness and fear. She blames herself. She hates her parents. The feelings of helplessness will linger long into her adulthood. Sex will be scary. And she will go through life always feeling as though she is tainted. People will judge her on a personality, emotions, reactions, character, that don't seem like her own, but were forced upon her by circumstance. And how does her history of being a victim at such a young age effect her as a mother?

So now is the stigma worth it?

To me, even after airing my own experience in this, it is still, really, all about the abuser. Those young boys and girls who start abusing other young people. Getting them help is the important thing. We have so many tools today to deal with abusers. And the younger they are when they get help, the better. SAVE THEM!

Saving them will be what really changes the future for many would be victims. And by changing the future for them, we change the future for us all.

My main intent here is to get people to realize that there is a remedy, a bitter pill certainly, but a remedy for those we consider human predators. And the whole stranger danger thing is more harmful than good. Now I'm not saying every weird uncle, overly friendly grandma or ham fisted cousin is a predator, but if you were warned as a child to stay away from them, then they probably were.

So please, stop over protecting your children from every stranger they see. Some day they may find themselves in a situation where a stranger will be needed to help them, or possibly even save them. Teach them to simply be observant and smart. And teach them to realize that every kid they see on the brink of violence is probably just trying to survive. Encourage them to speak up and speak out. Regardless of a bully's past, the bullying still needs to stop. For everyone that speaks up and speaks out, whether about a peer or a family member, many will be saved. I truly believe there are many more good people in the world than bad. For every one predator there are 100s more who are caring. All some of them need is a nudge in the right direction.

As for me and my skeleton, well, it still lives with me; although, it barely bothers me anymore except to remind me that it is still in the basement. I would love to bring it out and give it a proper burial (and pronoun), but, then, that would be telling now wouldn't it?

When You Have to Tell Them

Some of you have been there. It starts with the moment you learn something that you KNOW will adversely effect someone you care about. What do you do? Ignore it? If it is bad enough do you contact the "authorities"? Do you tell them knowing they'll probably hate you forever?

Back in late December I found out something that no one wants to find out about. It is hard to talk about this without naming names which means it is hard to write this without worrying people I know and care about. So let me qualify this post early on with saying that I did tell them. They know. So if I haven't talked to you about something earth shattering concerning your family (and that is glib compared to how serious this situation really is), then all is well with you and yours.

But not for one family I know.

So, yes, it took five months to tell this person the heart rending information that had fallen into my lap. I was determined to tell them right away, but things got in the way. Some news you have to tell in person. So how do you encourage someone to come visit without getting all alarmist about it? Well, that is what I tried to do at first. I made social invitations and such, but our schedules didn't line up. Then that big client I picked up totally took over my life. So time past.

Last week I saw this person online and was smacked with the reality of the situation all over again. I talked to my husband and he said I had to tell them. Period. So I had good intentions of sending out an email/personal message to get them over to our house... and forgot. Or put it off, more to the truth. Then the small bearer of the bad news in the first place reminded me yet again. But now things had changed a bit. The person I needed to tell was experiencing a sudden, extremely tough, personal family tragedy. How could I possibly tell them now?

My husband said it doesn't matter. The more time that was allowed to flow by, the worse the situation could get. I had to tell them.

So I sent the private message that said it was imperative we see them as soon as possible. And within the day they arrived at our house. I, with Brian as emotional support for us all, told this friend straight out. Ok, I may have prefaced it with, "You are going to hate me, but..."

Is it a War on Women?

Yeah, I'm doing it. I know I am not the first and I won't be the last to blog about this. But I feel like we need a bit of a record of all the things being debated about at the government level that has to do with women right now. Seeing as how Legislating/controlling women is so in vogue these days and all. As the photo I borrowed illustrates... WTF?! We, the last three generations that is, thought we had made a permanent foothold into equal rights. That we had forged a path that could not be easily done away with. We let down our guard I guess.

Current legal abortion as a hot women's topic is too easy, so I'll let that pass. And going after Planned Parenthood is nothing new, really, so I won't even go on and on about that. But... the bills coming up about uterus police for miscarriages, no abortion even when pregnant as a result of rape or incest, and no abortion even to save the life of the mother EVEN if the fate of the fetus is also death, make no sense. There are laws passed to criminalize doctors for doing any abortion; even life saving ones. Then there are states forcing women to pay for additional ultrasounds (some by wand) and receive a lecture (that goes against freedom of religion) before they can lawfully terminate a pregnancy . Oh, and there was that bill requiring women get permission of the father in writing before they are allowed to have an abortion (a little awkward, no? if the pregnancy is a result of rape or incest?). How about redefining rape to make abortions harder to get? The whole growing bias that women are not smart enough or, as they say, can't make an informed choice when it comes to their own health care, their own bodies or the decision to have, or not to have, an abortion, I find repulsive.

And so we move on to no insurance coverage for female contraceptives of any kind. Even when prescribed for a medical condition other than to keep from getting pregnant. Um, why aren't contraceptives considered medical? What's with no women experts allowed to speak about contraceptives? What's up with that? More of that, "women can't make an informed choice" crap? We are too stupid? Yet no debate on whether insurance should cover Viagra or penile implants. How about the bill that would make it legal to fire a woman for having contraceptives? And now there are religious leaders saying oral contraceptives cause homosexuality. WTF? the latest state bills signed into law allow pharmacists to refuse to fill out any prescription they feel could be used to induce an abortion and physicians are not allowed to legally withhold information from patients if they think that medical information may result in an abortion or other thing against their personal morals. These "Conscious Measures" are so broad and vague it can be applied to anything. So even if the birth control is prescribed for medical reasons, a pharmacist can block a woman from medicine her doctor has prescribed; medicine she may need for a medical condition. And what if that information the doctor decides to keep from their patient costs them their life? Will the law save them in a court of law? This is not how medical care should be practiced in a civilized country! The religious beliefs of a medical practitioner should not trump the religious and cultural beliefs of a patient, especially if it may result in the suffering and/or death of the patient.


Beyond contraceptives or abortion are bills redefining when life starts. I don't know when life started, but I do know that pregnancy is a continuation of life, not the start. The stupidest bill of them all is the one that passed saying conception or life starts two weeks before fertilization. Besides it being against most faiths (including those who follow the teachings of the bible), it negates contraceptives of ALL kinds, makes abortion illegal at any stage, makes every woman a murderer who has a period or a miscarriage, and makes every man a killer who masturbates. Complete idiocy.

And yet women are being punished for choosing to have their children, too. Another state legislature drafted a bill that would make single parenthood tantamount to child abuse (to try and keep poor, single women from keeping their babies).

Recently the money put into preventative healthcare, especially for women, has been given the label "slush" fund and is targeted to be cut. Their rational is that putting money into cancer screenings, child immunizations and quit smoking programs is a waste of money. I believe it has been proven, without a doubt, that such preventative healthcare GREATLY reduces the cost of healthcare overall for everyone. So this goes into the War on Women category because the preventative measures being funded and the target of cuts are mostly for women.

The Supreme Court said, just last year, women employees couldn't sue Walmart for low wages, low raises, low bonuses and little to no advancement in comparison to male employees because Walmart employs mostly women. ie, a majority aren't allowed to sue. Um, Walmart, like a lot of businesses these days, hire women to lower their bottom line because it is permissible to pay women less then men. You'd think men would be pissed about that. Several states have bills up for vote that would lower the minimum wage of tipped employees. Positions mostly held by women (over 80%). The coup de gras, Scott Walker, the much loved (sarcasm) governor or Wisconsin has repealed the state's Equal Pay law stating that men needed the money more than women.

And here I add yet another bill introduced to make all divorce illegal. Which, even though I think people often get married with little intent to stay the minute things get rough, is wrong on many levels including separation of church and state, freedom of religion, and personal freedoms of course. But the main problem is the lawmaker introducing the bill has it as ALL divorce illegal regardless of abuse. He literally said Women need to remember why they got married in the first place. That takes it to the war on women level. But let's take it even further. Yet another state has DECRIMINALIZED Domestic Violence altogether. Why? Because the police have better things to do than keep husbands from raping and killing their wives or live in girl friends. Even though men abuse much more so than women, this law also does a disservice to men who are abused. What next? Decriminalize child abuse?

A friend of mine hypothesized that Republican lawmakers ARE working on creating jobs... they are trying to get women out of the work place so there will be more jobs for men. I'm starting to believe that is true; certainly the new proposed laws seem to support it.

I found out the other day that in all areas of power, from our state and federal legislators to corporate CEOs to governors to boards of directors to mayors to ambassadors and world leaders, et al, the one area where women, by the numbers, are the closest in equality to men is in our own United States Supreme Court. And they are not equal, just the closest. Women make up just over 50% of the population, but even though we are equal in numbers here, we are not anywhere close to equal numbers in positions of power, and therefore, representation.
 
I also was made aware that Obamacare would require all persons pay the same amount for healthcare regardless of gender or adult age. Did you know that, right now, women pay, on average, 20% more than men for healthcare, sometimes as much as 70% depending on which state they live in?

ALL of that mentioned above has happened in the LAST THREE-PLUS YEARS. I'm not even talking about how historically women are treated... just the last three-plus years and only at the U.S. state and federal government level. Sorry, but that really is a war on women at the top levels. I can't see excusing most or any of that. You can't go, "Oh, you can't pay attention to the extremists." We are talking about representatives here. Lawmakers. People voted in by us!


Seems obvious what we need to do to stop this idiocy and work towards a better representative government... VOTE.

Christian Pressure

A few years ago I was watching a documentary on the Amazon and its Indigenous Peoples. Towards the end of the documentary they talked of missionaries coming to convert the natives and I was struck at what conversion did to the natives. Before, they were naked, happy, playful people who worked hard, played hard and generally enjoyed their place in life. After, they were clothed, unhappy, sour people who only worked hard and generally worried about their place in the after life.

It seemed to me that Christianity had become the apple.

The Amazon people before were much like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. But then Eve went against God and took a bite from the forbidden fruit. Doing so opened her up to sin and the realization of evil in the world. Not that I think the Amazon people were naive about evil in the world, and I'm sure their own religion had some aspect of sin and afterlife in it. What the indigenous people lacked was pressure.

I was in a religious chat room back when Yahoo used to have those kind of things (I miss them), and there was a rabidly religious person in there who talked about this dream he had. He was pressuring his sister-in-law to accept Jesus as her Savior and she resisted. She said she had no intention of believing (he made her out to be an Atheist) in the Christian God and would he just leave her alone about it. So he said he would until the dream. In the dream he saw his sister-in-law burning in hell and screaming, "Why didn't you try harder to save me?" Needless to say he was more gung ho about converting her, and everyone, than ever.

Pressure, pressure, pressure. We all know stress and frustration brings out the worst in people, so is it any wonder that folks under so much pressure to "save" everyone aren't people you like to be around so much? Once in a while you come across a happy person who basks in the glory of their God and what not. Yet I only count them as truly happy if they continue to be happy even after you say you don't believe. It never ceases to puzzle me how my not believing in their God will turn an otherwise happy person to concerned, then offended, and quickly to a mean spirited one. And that is before I go to the trouble of pointing out what the specific issues I have with Christianity are and why it is not the religion for me. It is hard not to offend them then, but I totally get it if part of your not believing goes with shooting holes in their faith.

Now part of me is like, well, if they truly believed (regardless of what their faith is), than my issues with their religion and how it doesn't work for me, should not rile them, but that is ignoring a lot of human nature there and doing them a disservice. So unless they trot out the bible quotes first, I don't start off with trying to pick a part their argument at all. I simply chose not to convert. I have faith and love for my own religion and Gods. All I ask is that they respect that. But, in large part, the religion itself does not allow them to do that. Pressure.

See, that is why if a retailer, smartly, markets to everyone, and not just Christians during the winter holidays, it is seen as a war on Christmas. Just the idea that there may be people who worship different Gods or none, and still have a celebration during the winter holidays is considered an affront. I get it, kinda. It is the pressure.

The pressure to convert everyone. The pressure to save everyone from hell. The overwhelming belief that Jesus died for EVERYONE, regardless of ethnicity, ancestry or belief, and it is up to every good Christian to make them believe it. Force them to "see the light."

Make. Force. Pressure. I don't know how many Christians can stand it.

Now I have met many wonderful Christians who subscribe to the point of view that conversion should be done by example and not talk. And I have met others who believe religion should be a mostly private, family, church oriented belief. I have met happy, open-minded Christians who don't prescribe to the pressure side of the religion. They are no accident. They had good, happy, open-minded Christian parents for the most part. Some choose to drop the shackles of pressure that comes with forcing conversion on those who don't want it. The hardest part with the later is to not drop out of the religion altogether because they failed the religion.

For many Christian sects, conversion is part of earning their way into heaven. THAT is a LOT of pressure! Belief is not enough. Good deeds aren't enough. Living a good life is not enough. Nope, they have to convert/save others. For every person they try to convert and don't, is a failure. So much pressure! So much happiness dependent upon the weak will of others. Yeah, it is one of the issues I have with Christianity.

The reason it is an issue for me is because Christianity is a religion not in any way endangered. In the popularity contest that is religion on this world, right now Christianity is first place. And maybe that is why all the pressure. They didn't work hard to get to where they are for no reason. I mean look at where they came from. I suppose it makes marketing sense to keep the pressure on. Snooze you lose. And they do have a couple of religions breathing down their necks, so to speak. Islam and Judaism aren't slackers. Buddhism may be laid back in comparison, but its no young pup to be ignored. Not that Christians ignore other religions. No. They don't ignore. They assimilate.

See I'm Native American so my religious beliefs are those of my ancestors. We don't convert. We do adopt on occasion, but we don't convert. It is not even in our lexicon. But Native American religions have been assimilated into Christian sects whether they wanted to be or not. Missionaries come in, find some similarities between the natives' beliefs and Christianity, no matter how obscure, claim Jesus already came to the new world and "saved" the natives, or natives are one of the lost tribes of Israel, and, bam, see, you've been Christians all this time and just didn't know it! It is wildly patronizing and condescending, but there it is.

With all the pressure to convert, is it any surprise Christians sometimes cheat? Like taking over Pagan rituals, ceremonies and celebrations as their own. Then denying the Pagan version ever existed. Kinda like when a big city annexes a smaller one. The smaller city goes on for a while as its own self, but, eventually, largely, it gets sucked into the larger city in thought as well as deed.

It is funny to me how some New Age Christians point at Catholicism and say it is not a Christian religion/church. Um, really? If you don't count the Coptics (which many don't), Catholicism is the oldest Christian organized church on the planet. The bible, sins, saints, missionaries, churches, Christmas, CONVERSION, etc. all exist because of Catholicism.

Let me point out something, however, that existed before Christians and churches: marriage. Yeah, not a Christian construct. The family, in all its different varieties, also existed before Christianity. And, believe it or not, morals did, too.

Part of me feels sorry for Christians who NEED to convert/save others. As explained above, that is a lot of pressure to live with. But, being the focus of most Christians attempts at conversion, I also hate them. Yes, I know it is a strong word, but I've been the subject of conversion for a very long time. I've suffered through the condescension, ridicule, judgement, and PRESSURE of being the target of good Christians. And, as explained above, I will always be a target because I have no intention of ever converting, and, in my and my children's lifetimes, there will always be a majority of good Christians who HAVE to convert/save others.

One great thing I never take for granted is that I and my family live in the United States. Probably the first country to ever make Freedom of Religion a part of its government. Or, er, religion as NOT a part of its government. :) I think about that first part of the first amendment every day. I do not take it for granted. The sudden insistence of incorporating Christianity into government lately scares the hell out of me. No lie. If that were to come to pass, what would happen to my family? Oh, the pressure!

Well, until that comes to pass, we chose to believe and worship as we wish. And our family, in the privacy of our home, will continue to be naked, happy, playful, joyful, content people for as long as we are allowed to be so.

May it always be so.