God, Part 3

We had one of Anjali’s little classmates over for a playdate Saturday night, and in their conversation, God came up.  What is it with God these days?!  The friend, in referring to God, said “He.”

Anjali: “God isn’t He or She.  God is God.” (That’s right…indoctrination starts young!)

Friend: “God is Jesus.”

Anjali: “Well, when we went to Chuck E. Cheese’s we just saw the mouse.  We didn”t see God.”

Friend: “….”

Me: “Hey…who wants dinner?!”


God, Part 2

Nik, looking curiously at my face: “Why did God make those, mom?”

Me: “make what, exactly?”

Nik: “Those things on top of your eyes.”

Me: “Eyebrows?”

Nik: “Yeah.  Eyebrows.”

Me, waggling my eyebrows up and down: “So we could do this!”

Nik, not very amused, but humoring me: “Why did he make toes?”

Me: “So we could keep our balance and not tip over when we walk?” {Not sure if this is right!}

Nik: “And hands, and fingers?”

And really, when you stop to think about it, like I was forced to, it really is a series of miracles, isn’t it, that all these parts that make up our whole, are fitted just so, precisely so, to do their given tasks, without which, the rest of our whole would falter.

The brain touches that thought, and then skitters away…


We were in the car, on our way home from school, and somehow we got onto the topic of Zameen (one of our greyhounds who died last year). We do not sugar coat death when talking to the kids, it just didn’t seem right.  (Nik went with Pete to take Zameen to the vet to be cremated.)

Anjali: “Zameen died Mommy.  He died on his bed.”

Me: :Yes, he died last year.”

Nik: “He died and now he is at God.”

Me: “Yes, he is with God.”

Anjali: “Where is God?”

Nik: “Up in the sky. In heaven.”

Me (being very careful): “Well…we believe, that is, I believe that God is everywhere.  All around us.  In everything that is alive.”

Nik: “Yeah.”

Anjali: “God is everywhere?”

Me: “Yes.”

Anjali: “And Zameen is with God?”

Me, seeing the inevitable coming: “Yes.”

Anjali, after a pause: “Then Zameen is everywhere?”

Me: “Well…”

Anjali, tripping over herself with an epiphany: “Maybe God is with his FAMILY!  And Zameen is with THEM!  On his bed.”

Me, trying not to cry: “Yes.  That sounds good, doesn’t it?”

Anjali: “Yes.  I think he’s happy.”

I think so too.