I have to write about my first born son.
He is an atheist, which is fine. I brought my kids up or am bringing them up to have their own beliefs and thoughts, no matter how I feel about it. He is very against organized religion. I don’t blame him, when you study how many people have died over religion, it makes it hard to the “those who are not baptized” to decide what to believe in.
But what I’m trying to get him to understand is that our Lakota spirituality is not a religion, it is a way of life.
While I am still working on and learning about our ways, I already know he has a good start.
Texting with him the other day, I talked about being poor. I told him I never meant to raise them that way, that life wasn’t supposed to be that way, nothing that happened was supposed to in my dreams as a child, when I knew for sure I was going to be a mom someday.
He said “It’s ok, mom.”
We talked about how so many people hate the poor, hate change, and why.
He opened my eyes up to some new environmental issues that I never gave a plugged nickel about.
We talked about poor people not wanting pity. Then what he told me floored me.
“Exactly.” He said “I don’t ever want pity and at the same time, I never want to feel privileged. Wanna know what I did?”
Then he proceeded to tell me all the gift cards he has been saving for the past year that he won as awards at school from sports and stuff, like from Scheels and other major shopping places where he could have bought himself a new pair of shoes, some shirts, socks, the stuff I know he needs, he gave away to a family with kids whose house had recently burnt down.
I don’t even know what to say. I didn’t know what to say, I was astounded and so full of love.
Maybe he says he don’t know about our way of life, but he has the heart of a Lakota already.
He did this and told no one about it, until that minute he told me in a text.
Reminded me of a letter my brother wrote me when I was locked up.
Last year my nephew tried to give my brother the allowance money he had been saving up for a Wii. He said “Dad, I don’t need a Wii, just get Auntie Dana out of jail.”
And my brother wrote in a letter after he wrote that-
“Sometimes it takes a child to show us how a heart is supposed to work.”