Agnostic Mom

My two-year-old kicked me out of my own bed at 4:30 this morning.

He first woke me at 3:45 requesting, “Mama’s bed.” So I let him join Israel, the dog, and me. For 45 minutes I laid awake, with Aiden in my arm and Gizmo the Bichon puppy against him. At 4:30, Aiden decided he needed my entire half of the bed.

“Get away, Mom! Get away!”

So here I am, blogging in a dark, quiet house. At 4:30 I answered an email from a friend inviting me over for coffee. She wants to talk about our shared “world view.” She had previously heard me mention agnosticism, looked it up, and then emailed me to thank me for giving her a name for her beliefs. We’ve been friends about a year, but had no idea we shared a common philosophy.

At 4:32 I received an email from another friend. This time it was a church-going friend who wanted to thank me for something, and said she was “inspired by me.” What does it say about me that I feel a sense of vindication when I read that? That I still have something to prove?

Ok, I admit it. I have a lot to prove.