Their Father's Hell Did Slowly Go By

I know I am afraid. I am afraid of writing this post because it will make reference to my yet unborn kid and I do not want this to become a self-indulgent paean to masturbatory parenting. But here we are. She's not yet born and she comes up in three posts already.

Don't get me wrong- I know this is self-indulgent, I mean I don't want my child-rearing to be self-indulgent- or at least where and when it is I want to be able to deny it and it will be difficult if I degenerate into...

Little Gigi learned how to stare at fruit today. Oh her name is Gioi, pronounced Joy, but we call her Little Gigi. LOL.

So yesterday Little Gigi learned how to stare at a basket of fruit. It was just so beautiful. She's just such an amazing creature. Wow she just smiled, it's like she's just praying and thanking God for the fruit that He just gave her that she can't eat yet. I just watched her the whole time and it was just so beautiful.

Bible verse this, the Ezzos that.

Oh we just finished painting her nursery mural. The Ron DiCianni angel theme was just so beautiful.

Here's the full three hour video of her prayerfully staring at a basket of fruit. Watch it and leave a comment about how wonderful it is to watch it and leave a comment...

Prayer Requests: Please keep her future husband in prayer that he would just be such a Godly Man.

So kill me when it becomes that...

But on to the post I do want to write. I've already told you that I don't use toilet paper the way you probably do. It's worth repeating that I think my use of baby wipes to clean poop is better than using toilet paper but that the world we live in is not ready... Or perhaps it isn't that it's not ready- that suggests it may be simply a matter of time before we all have cleaner, baby-wiped (only not just for babies anymore) anuses, and it is not simply a matter of time. If we want a better, cleaner anus world, we have to work for it.

And that's the rub. [snickering offstage]

The point is, I already told you that I use baby wipes to clean my butt.

I am having a child. I know my world of clean anuses is better, but look around: itchy anuses, tissue paper, laxatives, standardized overeating, seat level toilet decks, blah blah blah... All is oriented toward this particular world of poo. I tell her, X is right but Y is what we do? Do I raise her to be clean or do I raise her to be normal? She won't believe in Santa Claus, a six-day creation, or heaven as a place, but there's enough openness in our world for difference on those points. We're talking about our poop life- something that clearly matters. There will be no accommodations [that's too inside] for her if she is not playing the dry wood pulp scraping the anus game.

Which is better for her- raising her to be well-adjusted to a world I know is wrong, or raising her according to what is true but has no place in the world beyond her?

It's one thing for me to be committed to what I know must be true. I have already struggled with the concerns and commitments about a clean butt. I am willing and able to come to terms with the difference I am to the world of dirty anuses. But can I ask that of a child? Should I set her up to be the freak who uses baby wipes? Is it right and good for her to be about her father's business?
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Hat tip to the Blonde Buddha for turning me on to Ron DiCianni. As I said before, I wondered what is born when a Footprints mug and Psalm 23 were incubated in Thomas Kinkade's colon. Before I knew only in part, now I understand fully.

This is called Praying for Peace by Ron DiCianni.

And one more thing- her name is not Gioi.