"I wish I didn't ever have to go there again. I think that they are making all this stuff up."
This is the breakfast conversation that I had with my five year old daughter this morning.
"Oh, really?" I said, trying not to choke on my coffee.
"Mom, what if I get disfellowshipped someday? Then Dad won't talk to me."
"Why are you worried about that?"
"Well because dad said when you get disfellowshipped, that you're not doing stuff Jehovah's way and so your family can't talk to you anymore."
"You don't ever want that to happen to you?" I asked. She nodded, leaning forward and averting her eyes. Her dark hair covered her face.
"You don't have to worry about that. If you don't get baptized, you won't be a Witness and they can't disfellowship you." I said. She looked confused.
"But what if they just do it to me?"
"Baptize you?"
"Yeah."
"They can't just do it to you, honey. You have to answer all kinds of questions with the elders. Believe me, they can't just sneak and do it to you. And you don't ever have to do it if you don't want to."
"Mom, I just hate the meetings. I hate the Kingdom Hall. I wish I never had to go there again. Why can't Dad just be like you?"
Round and around we went awhile longer, but it's plain to see that the child is suffering.
"I hate going back and forth, Mom."
"I know, but the only other choice would have been to have to do things Dad's way all the time, honey. Aren't you glad that at least most of the time you're here with us and you don't have to worry about this grown up stuff?"
"It's too grown up. I'm just a kid."
"I know, and I love you just the way you are."
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. Sounds like my ex is doing a great job at inculcating the love of God into her, isn't he? HA!
No kid should have to deal with this garbage...
*sigh*
essie