God farts...

Yesterday I signed up for The Big History Project online. As I was scrolling through the curriculum I noticed what I was teaching my son what was considered part 7. I noticed the Big Bang as number one. I was curious and asked my son if he new what the Big Bang was. He proceeded to explain what the Big Bang theory was about. 

First, you need to know my son says he is an Atheist. What he said next blew me away. He told me it was "just some stupid theory that some scientist made up about how God farted and made planets." I stopped him right there and said, " soooo, we need to study this  right now!" 

We studied the Big Bang and watched videos and so forth and afterwards he realized how nutty his explanation was. I never said anything. I just said, " so do you now see God didn't fart out planets?" 

I was in shock at first but it makes sense. My son has never been interested in much of anything but causing problems. His first plan of action in the morning was pinching, or poking, or stealing toys. He would never listen to a book. Never rest and relax. Never take time to watch something educational. Never took the time to listen to a discussion. Never felt the need to learn something about the world he lives in. He seriously could've cared less. 

It's taken 11 years but he has finally decided he needs to know a thing or two. He is listening to books, reading, writing, looking forward to the online class I'm enrolling him in soon, and he is not complaining about learning, period. 

I think he realized and is realizing how little he knew and knows. By this age my other boys were having intelligent conversations. This son couldn't have an intelligent conversation with a dirty sock. Oh, it wasn't from me. I cannot and will not take the blame. I've read books that he would run out of the room. Turn on audio books and scream. Turn on documentaries and he would complain or leave. He would cry, scream, complain, and completely shut down when he thought he was being taught something. I couldn't even sign him up for art classes and he loves art. 

Something has finally clicked. Either he realized he knows very little or he is finally hungry for knowledge. This week he asked for a computer so he can edit his own movies, make his own games, write his screenplays, and even asked for and got a library card. Miracles never seem to cease and neither do God farts.