Religion is a tricky thing. Chris and I are not super religious people, but we willingly send our boys to a Catholic school, even in a district with a pretty amazing public school system. We love the little Catholic school. It's small. The children are sweet. It feels like one big family. I also like that my children are getting some exposure to religion that they would not otherwise get at home. It starts a dialogue about things that I want my children to think about and question.
Brennan came home last week and talked about how God created him and he thinks Brennan is special.
"You are special B." I said.
"Well, why doesn't God talk to me?" He asked.
"He does. He just doesn't talk out loud. He talks to your heart." I replied.
Brennan got very quiet, closed his eyes and put his hand over his heart. After a minute, he smiled and whispered, "I hear him!"
"You do? What did he say?" I asked.
"He told me he is in here." Brennan gave me a knowing smile and ran off to play.
I hope this sweet moment of religion in our daily lives almost makes up for me forgetting it was Lent, then forgetting it was a Friday in Lent and sending two of my children to Catholic school with ham sandwiches for lunch on Friday. I am an ace Catholic parent.
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