I’m not a biological parent. My sister, however, has three gorgeous children, and I’ve helped her raise them since they were born. They’re just as much my kids as they are anyone else’s. Mason, the youngest, has called me his parent so many times, and the older two, Noah and Aubrey, know better now, but called me their parent for a while.
My sister and I, both raised Catholic, have hard times agreeing when it comes to religion. I, at age seven, began to study my Cherokee grandmother’s core shamanistic ideals. My sister is still a devout Catholic, and I am now Pagan and a practitioner of all forms of majik. The religious divide is still a large obstacle, but we overlook it and manage to raise these children in love and happiness.
She and the father of the first two children insisted they be raised Catholic, while I believe they should be open to many faiths and practices and be allowed a choice. I am forbidden to teach the oldest children anything that I know.
The youngest, on the other hand, has a Catholic father that separated himself from the Church long ago. He believes heavily in religious freedom and diversity. He took authority, and told my sister that Mason would NOT be raised Catholic, but in many faiths.
And so it was.
I’ve taught Mason small things that he can grasp. Meditation, yoga, tai chi, visualization, and even small acts of majik, like wind whistling, storm calling, and spirit communications. He is a very spiritual young man, and very enlightened.
Aubrey, the middle child, is feeling disconnected, and begged her father for months to try what I do. After much arguing and concern, he examined what Mason and I do together. He finally agreed.
Now, Aubrey and Mason practice and study with me daily. Noah doesn’t feel comfortable with it, and that’s okay. His faith is right for him. Aubrey and Mason accept all beliefs and faiths, knowing that they show the Divine Light to everyone in a different form. Aubrey can whistle a wind and conjure a storm just as easy as she can breathe. They meditate twice daily, and Aubrey is finding herself once again, happier than ever before. She obsesses with me over incense variety and scents, and admires the flickering of a candle’s flame. Mason finds his solace in the comfort of meditation and sigils, constantly scribbling in notebooks to invent his own.
My children are growing and blossoming quite beautifully, in their Craft and in their lives.
And I couldn’t be more proud.
NOTE: This is NOT a put-down to the Church, its methodologies, or views. Some people find solace and comfort in the Church and find it wholesome and true. Others do not. This is just a post about my spiritual practices and the effect is has on my kids.