My mom raised me, and I didn’t get to see my dad very often. When I did see him, he would tuck me into bed at night and we would say the Lord’s Prayer together.
I remember being four or five, learning all the words and trying to get them in the right order, especially challenging since I did not have much practice. This prayer followed by “I love you Annie. Good night.” is one of the most consistent and best parts of my childhood with him.
This experience has not in any meaningful way shaped my view of faith or prayer in particular, but it has created a bond with my dad that I may not have had. Will I teach my children to pray? I doubt it. But I hope that when they spend the night at Grandpa’s, he will.
Annie Anderson works for APM’s Public Insight Network, which is trying to better understand the interplay between parenting and religion. Share your insights and forward to your friends, family, colleagues, or neighbors who might be interested in helping contribute their insights as well. You’ll be helping point her to important stories or issues that may not be covered in the news.