I remember when I was a kid there were aspects of religion that my parents really cared about, and aspects they didn't. I definitely had a problem with God for a long time, and both my parents certainly believed. I think it always troubles parents when their kids start questioning their upbringing, and that it takes some guts to do so, nice job : ) But what I found to be the most helpful was that I didn't need to be confrontational with them, I would always patiently explain what I thought when they asked, and listen when they told me; I mean they were definitely coming at me with good intentions.
I had to give up the idea of convincing them though, my personal opinion is that people have to come from theism on their own, so I just thought of it as discussion instead. I didn't want to have constant battles with my parents over that.
I think celebrating the holidays, forming traditions, spending time together were the parts of religion my family really wanted me to accept, and once I did that then the tension that rose from a difference in beliefs was minimized. That's just my approach to the topic with my family and people I'm close to, food for thought.
I had to give up the idea of convincing them though, my personal opinion is that people have to come from theism on their own, so I just thought of it as discussion instead. I didn't want to have constant battles with my parents over that.
I think celebrating the holidays, forming traditions, spending time together were the parts of religion my family really wanted me to accept, and once I did that then the tension that rose from a difference in beliefs was minimized. That's just my approach to the topic with my family and people I'm close to, food for thought.
My religion is the understanding of my world. My god is the energy that underlies it all. My worship is my constant endeavor to unravel the mysteries of my religion. 
