It's the first day in a new school for our boys. We're all a little unsure and nervous except for Gigi. She was all ready to go with her pseudo uniform and backpack and was none too happy when I pried her from the third grade desk she'd selected as her own.
Today, for the first time, my children began their school day with audible prayer. The church bells tolled as the doors swung wide. The students were greeted by both the principal and the pastor. This is a day I envisioned long before my children were born and I'm thrilled it has been realized. I'm so happy they are in an excellent learning environment where they will also be attending Mass, adoration, and reconciliation regularly and alongside their peers. When anything tragic or wonderful occurs they can and will gather as a community in prayer. The lessons I try to instill in my children about how to be good citizens with virtues will be reinforced. Nothing against public education, as we're all at least partial products and/or educators of that too, but since we identify ourselves as Catholic first and foremost, it's great to be in a place that openly encourages a stronger relationship with God. Because everything else is just gravy.
I was concerned that Ben's needs might be overwhelming to a new place, and I'm still not certain we aren't asking too much. But we felt called to this switch and so far, it seems to be a great fit. We've encountered nothing but positive attitudes and open arms and entirely too many new names.
Plus, I forgot how easy life with uniforms can be.
|The entire school wardrobe for two boys|
Many blessings for a new school year!