April 3, 2009

Outed

While at the pediatrician's office today, Robotson was telling the doctor how sometimes when he gets angry he'll go to his room, scream in his pillow, and wishes he was dead.  (Normal?  I remember doing the same thing, but not quite as young.  I digress.)  So Dr. Hutchins tells him that he shouldn't feel that way, "God made each person special....."  To which Robotson replies, "God doesn't exist."  I was sort of surprised to hear him say it, and at the same time realized we had just been totally outed to the Pedi.  So I looked up in surprise and she looked over at me and asked if she'd just opened up a can of worms.  I just shrugged and tried to listen to what he was saying because he hadn't stopped at that declaration.  But what I caught next was, "The god that created me doesn't exist, that's for sure.  I know that."  The best parts of this conversation were that not once did he mention B or I as a reason for his thoughts on the subject.  Also, he's clearly still thinking about it and working it out for himself.   This was definitely a proud parent moment.  Since he had paused and the doctor was still trying to listen to him breathing, I said what I usually tell him when he says he doesn't want to live.

"Regardless of how life started, it's still a precious thing to have and we are lucky to be alive.  It shouldn't be wished away over a bad day."  

To which Dr. Hutchins agreed and we went on with the appointment.  The other highlight was when he decided to ask about time zones.  She was trying to explain how they worked to him, which was totally cool since it's such an off the wall question.  But as she was trying to explain it he says the reason he needs to know is because his clock isn't showing the correct time zone and he needs to change it.  I guess he figures doctors know everything.  His next question was, "Does time really exist?"  Now she looked really confused and tried to explain that one to him.  So he tells her that his mom doesn't think time exists and that his dad and I don't agree on this topic.  The look I got then was even stranger as I tried to explain that we sometimes debate physics just for fun.   I ask you, how many other second graders ponder theoretical physics and bring it up at well-check visits?  He's such a cool kid.  

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