Unexpectedly, I am finding one of the hardest parts as a parent is to decide when should I tell the truth about the realities of the world. I see the innocence and joy in life my son has, and it breaks my heart to tell him anything that speaks to the suffering that takes in this world. There is a part of me that wants to preserve that innocence for as long as possible, and yet there is also part of me that wants to prepare him so he has the courage to face it. I think overall I lean towards the former, because who am I to destroy such unadulterated joy in life? Pain will find us all, and when it happens I’ll be there. There is no rush.
But last night I started thinking, why can’t we all be more childlike and experience that joy? What really causes us to “lose our innocence”. I don’t think it’s death in of itself. I don’t think sadness in of itself is what prevents us from experiencing a lot more bliss.
In trying to answer this question about loss of innocence, I started to think what a strange story the Garden of Eden is in Genesis. The fact that eating from the tree of knowledge is what is referred to as the “fall of man”, the end of paradise (and innocence). I don’t think knowledge as a whole is a problem. For the most part knowledge makes me less fearful, less confused, and more likely to course correct in my life. Life of course can’t be 100% bliss, but I imagined a world in which the only sadness we would experience would be when someone we love died of natural causes, or natural disasters. We might experience pain through breakups or moving away from home. It is a dynamic world and there is an impermanence to all things. I think such a world would be a more blissful experience, much more child-like. What really causes us to lose our innocence is finding out the horrible things we do to each other. That is a weight to bear that changes you forever; for which there is no going back. If any biblical story in Genesis is going to represent the fall of man it should be when Cain kills his brother in anger (albeit anger due to God’s dissatisfaction with a vegan meal). Anyway, I don’t really intend to get into a discussion about the Bible, only that as a parent the story struck as very odd even if I believed it was true.
For as long as I’ve been aware of the larger world that we live in, the only things that really break my spirit are is the harm that humans cause each other. I’ve never sobbed and felt the world was a horrible place because someone died in a flood or of a heart attack. I am curious as to what other people think about innocence and the loss thereof. Could we be living in greater bliss than we are? What does it mean to you “Loss of innocence”? If you are a parent have you cried tears of happiness at the purity of your child’s joy, and have you also wept when you’ve watched them realized the horrors people commit against each other? Any thoughts you might have on this topic are welcome.