There is a hole in my mouth
Listening to: son chomping on his dinner
I am imagining this is going to be a quick entry.
But already I feel the urge to digress.
I have never really felt comfortable about my directions in this blog. I am guarded at times. I have shared some intimate stories that have affected me profoundly, I have kept some infomation out, I have told some silly litlle cute stories and sometimes my entries are quite serious.
I feel like I am representing myself to be inconsistent or quite mad.
I still dont know which direction I should take. So I guess I shall just continue to be a mixed bag.
So today I thought I would make an entry about yesterday afternoon.
My son was dropped off home by my mother. I noticed something unusual.
"Come here darling" I said.
He came.
"Open your mouth sweetheart", I asked.
He did.
"What happened to your bottom tooth? It is missing."
He seemed surprised and, concerned, went to the mirror to further investigate.
My silly old 6 year old is so busy playing, he would never even consider telling me that his tooth was wobbly. And he was obvously way too busy to notice it coming out! I imagine he must have swallowed it while eating a vegemite roll for lunch at school.
Who knows!
They certainly are funny little things, these children.
I must add that he was saddened by the fact that he did not get to see it. But he was determined to ask his teacher to look for it at school the next day.
um, yeah, so that is my silly entry.
Re. your thoughts on religion. What bugs me in particular is that religious types equate spirituality with religion, as if they are both the same thing. whereas I like to delude myself that my level of spirituality is on a higher plane and more complex than that of Christians. I do not do something good because I fear God or because I am trying to escape hell and damnation, I do good because it is the right thing to do.