As a parent. As a person of faith. As a person of science. As a human being.
Sure, there are those who use it as a cop-out. Shrugging their shoulders as they go with the flow. They hand it out liberally: a get-out-of-responsibility-free card, an excuse to stay on the sidelines, a reason to stay in lock-step with the group. Might as well leave the thinking to someone else.
But for those who honestly struggle. Those who want to know. Those who are willing to change. Those who will be inconvenienced by truth.
For those who teach. Those who inspire and motivate. Those who take responsibility to lead.
It is brave. It is sincere. It is humbling.
Sometimes it is the place where certainty and faith intersect.
Sometimes it is where Mom becomes a mere mortal.
Sometimes it is the only right answer.
Because life is full of mystery. And the Universe is infinite. And God is bigger than our minds can comprehend. And we are only human after all.
There are times when the only answer we can give is:
I don’t know.
So here’s me, grappling with questions about afterlife and how to deal with after school tantrums and whether my 12-year-old is mature enough to read Hunger Games.