My competition

I've decided that I'm officially, seriously, nervous about Cylas going to school.  Watching other people's children and their behaviors makes my nerves jump.  A lot of them have horrible habits that are only fueled by our society. 

My job is to put as much as I can into my boy before he leaves my four walls to sit next to children who might have a bad home life, teachers who are hell-bent on stuffing non-truths and sick ideologies into his innocent head.  

They are my competition.  They will have my kids for hours and hours at a time.  The "real-world" pulls no punches, they cock back and let it fly.  So that means I have to too.  My philosophy has never been to use God a a batter ram, but to show my child all of the wonderful things in God.  

If Cy is mean to his sister I don't ever say, "God doesn't like that."  I don't want him to fear God, well, not like that at least.  But I want him to understand His goodness.  

I explain God a lot differently than most.  Here is a perfect instance:  some days we talk about sharing with others, how it "makes your heart feel good" and how when "you do good, others want to do good, too."  It's very simple.
God isn't my go-to beating stick, he is the icing on the cake.  And that's what I want Cylas to see.  God isn't this big bad, bearded creature dude sitting up there with lightening bolts, no, he is our compass, the little censor light that blinks on and off to tell us when we're not doing the right thing.  And if I can equip my kid with this knowledge, he will be just fine.  His "God light" will shine brightly and guide him through the day and each situation.  Then, he'll come home and we'll discuss any thing that troubled him.  

I admit, my approach to God and parenting may be a little different than most, but I've seen what God becomes if he is presented in a certain form.  

People can yell and shout at me, but I really don't care.  God is the ONLY one who can protect my child from what this world is offering.