I just got back Late monday with the boy after a week and a half (a few pics and possible rundown may follow, for those with insomnia). the Badger Pup and I were getting ready to run some errands today when he chirped up...
"Daddy, do you go to meetings?"
A toughie...The look in his eyes was pure curiosity. I try to play cool, confident pops.
"Why do you ask?"
"Well, we haven't gone in two weeks."
I thought I was ready. I wasn't, but I had something short ready.
"Badger Pup, I don't really go to meetings anymore...Some people don't understand. but there's a few things I'm not sure of anymore. I still love Jehovah, but I don't know about the meetings."
He looked down for a second...What now?
Does he cry because I'm going to die at Armageddon? (He said one day while driving that the "End of the World freaks me out" and started to cry...what kind of bastard puts that horror into a five-year-olds mind?)
Will he start getting mad and argue with me based on what he knows already from the Watchtower?
Will he say I'm a rotten father who ruined his life and crushed his dreams? (OK, I'm not expecting that one until he's 17 at least)
He looked at me...
"I don't care (hug). I love you, Daddy."
Tears barely stiffled. "That means a lot to me, Badger Pup. No matter what you think or believe, Dad will always love you."
Badger, of the relieved again class.