Her question made me laugh out loud, and my heart warmed at the wondering, because don’t we all long to know where we come from and don’t we desire to be distinct and remarkable?
Mommy, do I have Catholic or Jews in me?
The confusion between blood ties and religious persuasion is understandable for an eight-year-old. Her inquiry followed with me explaining the difference. I was in the dark on the origin of her question, perhaps some discussion with a teacher or classmate or friend? But I heard her heart, and it was an innocent curiosity, a wanting to be special.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
It’s the same question I hear when my child says, “Mommy, tell me what I’m good at,” or “Do you like how I sing?”