My mother claims to be Catholic, but the girl can't even make it to Christmas mass.
My Step-Father (and only dad I've ever known) chooses faith over religion. What does this mean? This means my dad takes aspects from all religions in his knowledge that he finds true and leaves behind anything possibly "harmful". My dad believes in Angels but not in the Catholic's God sort of thing.
Growing up I found my dad's teaching much more helpful and educational then my mother's "who wants to go to church today." and "Too bad Amanda you are getting confirmed whether you want to or not!" The only potential problem with my dad's teachings are they only came out when requested or needed. An example of which was when I was around the age of 16, a fairly old age for a "child", when we had a long discussion about Angel's because my friend had passed away from cancer just before Christmas and I being bipolar and it being my first death had locked myself away in my room crying and refusing to come out except to go to school and eat dinner. I would from time to time "see" my friend Lauren and she would comfort me during my depressions so feeling more insane then my mother had already made me out to feel for my bipolar I turned to my dad and asked him if he believed in Angels. What he told me became a pillar for my dealing with death and a pillar in my beliefs. My dad told me when people die they are granted an afterlife or condemned to live another life of hardships and difficult lessons here in our world. So if you are granted an afterlife you become an Angel. To become an Angel one must live a very positive helpful and pure life. The saying we established was "Death is simply when we've reached perfection and are granted our wings." mind you this statement usually only rings true with younger people who have died, people who die of old age is usually because they didn't learn the lesson they were destined to and must try again. But of course such knowledge is just guesses and beliefs of our own personal persons.
Most of the religion I learned as a child growing up was taught to me in Sunday school. When I was about 6 my mother put me in a Catholic Sunday school, and then in grade 6 I started attending Catholic schools. I was never fond of the Catholic religion and highly doubted it, and this doubt and dislike for the religion only grew as I progressed through High school learning more and more of the "darker side" of Christianity in general. I also would attend Baptist Sunday school whenever visiting my mothers sister. She is and for as long as I've known her has always been a devoted Baptist. I enjoyed Baptist Sunday school and mass a lot because of the amount of singing I got to do, and their lively teachings but I still disagreed with many important aspects of their religion, mostly the treatment of women.
As I got older, about 14, I stumbled across Paganism, literally. I was in the town's market place in my one of my favorite stores debating on how to spend my allowance. My parents never gave much of an allowance growing up, instead on the rare occasion I wanted to go to the mall I would get $20, this happened less then once a month usually. Most of what would have been my allowance went towards books from school book orders, much like the $20 I spent at the mall usually in Chapters. But unfortunately my family moved from the city to a town with out a mall, but a market place only open on the weekend, so weekly allowances for doing chores became more reasonable within our household. ANYWAYS, I usually spent my allowance on comics, most commonly single issues of Sailor Moon. I would often drool over video games which were out of my price range and buy sailor moon toys from the booths that specialized in toys, a lot of which where nic-nac's from other countries and overly interested me. But amongst the whole market place I had a favorite store, one that was usually out of my price range. This store, who's name is lost to me as it has been out of buisness since about 2001, was full of many interesting things, incents, oils, stones of all sorts, daggers, swords, gems, jewelery, candles and books upon books on topics I didn't understand. One day when I was in there I found a glass tea light candle holder and was examining it curiously. The kind lady running the shop took the time to inform me of what it was, the metal decoration on it that I was naturally drawn to, for a love of stars and moons and planets and space, was non other then a pentagram/pentacle She explained it's protective nature to me and a bit about paganism. I was easily hooked, I was always a lover of magic and deep believer in all things magical, from dragons to spells and everything in between. My parents had given me access to a lot of information on magic, we had text books on faeries, dragons, and even gnomes. My mother would tell us stories of "borrowers" pixies, brownies, sprites and anything else of interest. But the second my mother saw that tea light candle holder she snapped and took it away demanding I return it, something about devil worship. I tried to explain to her and my dad what the lady at the store had to me but I was a child and disregarded as such. My parents looked it up on the net and eventually gave up their talk of devil worship and let me keep it claiming it stood for the 5 wounds of Jesus.
That was when I began my studies into Wicca, and claimed myself as a wiccan in training. I did most of my studying online at Witchschool.com and the rest from books I slowly purchased with recommendations from other people I had begun to trust and Witch School. As I attended high school outside of our little town, in the near by city where I had made all my childhood memories I stumbled across another Pagan shop, this one in the heart of downtown. After school I would have art school, in the same city as my high school. This city was about a 30 min drive from our small town and both my parents worked until 7pm and later. My art school classes began at 6pm and ended at 8pm thus I stayed in the city for classes. My high school got out at 2:45pm and I was out of the school by 2:50-3:00 after getting changed out of my uniform into regular clothes. I would hang out mostly at the comic book shop downtown and explore all the little shops we had. As soon as I wondered into Eagles and Auracles I fell in love happy to have found another store full of paganism.
Now I am a full grown adult, happily married, with a beautiful daughter (whom looks nothing like me, and exactly like my half sister) My husband is also Wiccan, and we even got the joys of having a hand fasting matrimonial ceremony.
My husband unlike myself was raised Wiccan, but I don't know how intently. I personally believe my mother has completely disregarded Wicca as ever being a religion honestly and she is constantly pushing me to raise my daughter into a religion. In fact only as of recently, this year I believe, my mother has given up on attempting to force me to Baptize my daughter, specifically into Christianity, at which I laughed in her face for even thinking I would do. But being raised as a Catholic and stumbling through parenthood quite a bit as is I find myself at a lost for how to go about teaching my daughter of Wicca. I thaught myself Wicca between the ages of 14-18 and of course I am still ALWAYS learning. But evidently I had a a better grasp on the world and religion at 14 then my daughter does at 2. So now I stand here confused as to how to do anything but have her help with the holiday celebrations, mostly with decorations, crafts and basic baking ie) I let her pour mix into a bowl and attempt to stir in hopes of her not trying to eat it. I'm not sure if I should be doing more, I always fell like I'm not doing enough, this being my first and only child currently. I also find it very hard and confusing for my daughter being in the Christian world we live in, their holidays marking all calenders and being what's taught in all schools, and even in my family, Christmas, and Easter, while I'm celebrating Ostara and Yule with her, usually on different days. I wonder if I'm going about teaching her 'wrong' confusing her more then helping her to understand. But along with my mother's belief I think it's good to teach a child about religion and it's morals, holidays and beliefs. I was taught in high school religion is important for humans it gives them answers to unexplainable questions and a greater power to look up to and believe in when then need hope and guidance.
All I can do for now is hope that I am doing a good job and guide my daughter in what I believe is a good, and the 'right' direction and hope for the best. Any and all insight on the ways in which other pagans raise and teach their children is very welcomed and encouraged. I thank you in advance for you time in reading this and if you so choose you time in responding with your ideas and methods.
Thank you all, and blessed be.
Amanda Miller aka The Wiccan Mother from Wiccan Parents