Kids say the darnedest things
One of the exciting things about raising kids is that you're not sure what exactly is going to pop out of their mouths.
For instance, the other night, while watching the news with my oldest two sons, the younger one (who's actually the middle boy) asked "What is war?" So, after pausing the TV (gotta love TiVo!), we spent an hour discussing what war is, why it's sometimes necessary, but never to be loved. He just nodded his head after the discussion ended and then lay there watching the remainder of the news (now actually long over) with a thoughtful look on his face.
The one that really rocked me back on my heels, though, happened the other night. We were watching the bugs, and slugs, and worms and such wandering around the back yard after it had rained earlier in the day. For some reason, little boys just love playing in the mud.
During this playtime, he gets a thoughtful look on his face (which usually means that he's getting ready to cause trouble. ) He then walks over to where I'm sitting on the back steps and, with a perfectly straight face, he says, "I know that there is a God." After I picked my jaw up off the floor (more in a minute about why this is a little surprising from my 7 year old), I asked him how he knew. He grabbed my hand and dragged me over to where he'd been poking around in the ground. He pointed at the insects that were crawling around and said "These are how I know. They all have a job to do." And then he pointed at the trees and said that they all work together. And then he pointed at the rabbit hopping along the back fence and said that even "the bunny has a job." He was already picking up on the order of things in nature.
Now, why did this incident make me take a step back in surprise? Considering my son, I shouldn't have been surprised at all. He's been studying insects and animals in school (he's homeschooled). He's also a very bright child. He's only 7. And he's Autistic (Asperger's Syndrome to be precise). Other factor's in my surprise include the fact that, while my wife and I are religious and take the children to church, we don't force our beliefs on them and even expose them to other beliefs. We want them to make thier own decisions about what they believe. If they choose to believe as we do, then it's even better because it is their choice.
Anywho, after I got my mind working again, I gave him a big hug, a good job, and wandered back to the stairs. I sat there and watched my son, exploring the wonders of a world that suddenly had new meaning to him.