I've starting attending mass again after a decade+ absence (much to the delight of my father). What he doesn't know is that I'm attending for all the wrong reasons. My presence in mass has nothing to do with my own spirituality or faithfulness. Nope. I'm there so I can get my boys into school.
There's no way I'm sending my boys to the public school a half mile from our house. I don't care that it is now a "Montessori" school. Slapping a coat of fresh paint on a condemned building doesn't mean it will suddenly pass code. I'll do whatever it takes to have the money for tuition. I'd even go so far as to work at Wal-Mart. Sadly, charter schools do not exist in this area.
If we still lived in Phoenix, none of this would be an issue. They would already be baptized, and I know which school they would attend. We made the choice to move here; they did not. I needed to man-up (woman-up?) and take the steps necessary to pave the way for their education. They still haven't sat with me during mass. No one in the congregation is ready for that. But, they really enjoy the post-mass donuts. And, who doesn't?
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