I am Mommy. I know all.

We’re doing our bedtime thing: bath, jammies, teeth brushing, books, etc., when all of a sudden in the middle of it all, Bug says, “Mommy, what is God?”

Uh, what? Wait a second. Weren’t we just doing zerberts? Is this what he thinks about while getting zerberts?

Oh crap. I am totally not ready for this yet. He was supposed to be somewhat capable of philosophical thinking before asking questions like this. Or at least potty trained.

“Um, well, God is…. Um, God is everywhere, all around us. And in your heart. Oh yeah, and God is love, too.” (Brilliant.)

“No. Mommy. What is God? Like a man or a girl or somethin’?”


“Well, no, God is not really any of those things. God is just..God.” (Please, please accept this answer.)

“Oh. Otay.”


“But, Mommy?”

(Uh oh.)

“Yes, buddy.”

(Fear. Trepidation. Panic.)

“What letter does God start with?”

(cue Hallelujah Chorus)

“G, buddy. God starts with a G.”


1 Rachel { 10.03.07 at 5:00 pm }

Your boy is too cute. As long as he doesn’t know how to spell stuff you can stay one step ahead of him.

2 Rebekah { 10.03.07 at 9:16 pm }

Once I had a five-year-old wander around the corner from the children’s library to ask me a question.

“Miss Rebekah, why did Jesus have to die?”

Seriously. Your answers were genius compared to mine.

3 Joe T. { 10.04.07 at 9:37 am }

I guess it would be nice if at least some of the mysteries of life and the universe were reducible to what letter they start with! But then again, maybe not–we all need some mystery. Welcome, Bug, to life’s mysteries. And welcome, Mommy, to the role of acquainting him with them…

4 Fred Kellogg { 10.04.07 at 1:42 pm }

When he was a little boy, Thomas Aquinas asked the same question. Maybe Bug will become a great philosopher-theologian some day!

5 Kelly { 10.04.07 at 3:49 pm }

Rach…i am loving this blog.
and your son….bring him to class on Monday night.

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