Private School

We send our kids to a private school. Yes, that means that we pay for our kids' education, plus we pay our taxes to pay for public schools too. Yes, I know we could save money by sending our kids to public school, and I know that the school our kids would go to is a good school. So we get asked sometimes...why? And even when people don't actually ASK, I know some of them wonder.

And yes, there have been times when I have thought about that same "why". But every single time I have even begun to think about it, I have always felt that I have received a clear sign that our kids are at the right school. Last night, even though I wasn't even thinking about that "why," I was given a reminder of why we love our school, and why we send our kids there.

Last night, we went to confession. Our church is offering the sacrament 4 nights this week, and last night worked out with our schedule. It started at 7:00, but we got there a little early. While we were waiting for "our turn," Aaron's teacher came into the chapel and knelt next to us. What a powerful and wonderful example for him! I love that our kids go to mass with their teachers every Friday. And I love that we see most of their teachers at mass on Sunday. They get to see their teachers worship, and praise, and seek forgiveness. And this is not only present when they go to school mass, or go to confession, or go to Adoration or religion class. They see this example throughout their school day...in their math and science lesson. In music and P.E., and in reading and social studies and lunch and recess and everything else. I know that I so often fail to include Jesus in all the activities of the day, but my kids are learning that He is a part of everything. Not just the important, major events, but even in the mundane, everyday events. And then to see it outside of school, too...to see their teachers living their faith...that is a priceless example!

Probably the Last Time...

Last night, Aaron requested that I cut his hair. He told me that his head gets hot at night, plus he really liked one of his classmate's hairstyle yesterday, so he asked me to cut it like that. I informed him that all I am capable of doing is a buzz cut, of varying lengths. But he insisted. I suppose he still has a little bit of that "my mom is awesome and can do anything" attitude. I know we are just a few years away from the "my mom is a total idiot and couldn't possibly know/understand anything" attitude, so I am enjoying things while I can.

So, he asked me last night. Like at 9:00. When there is no light outside, which is where I usually cut (buzz) his hair. So, I set some trash sacks out to cover the bathroom sink and floor, and dove it. Here's a picture from this weekend...the "before" shot because I didn't think to take a picture before I started cutting...

On a side note, this picture was taken at the regional science fair in Lubbock, where he won a 1st place ribbon & medal for his project "Name That Tune" comparing nylon guitar strings to guitar guitar strings.

So, I started cutting, first with scissors because his hair was too long and thick to go straight to the razor. I cut, and cut, and cut. Then I switched to the razor, with the next to biggest blade (a 7 blade) for the back and sides of his hair, and the biggest blade (8 blade...supposed to leave the hair 1" long) for the top. This was the end result...

He was not impressed after the haircut...it didn't look like his friend's hair, and it was too short and he was embarrassed to go to school. So I'm thinking this was probably the last time he'll ever ask me to cut his hair, unless he really is just wanting a true buzz cut. And, I think just maybe, we may be even closer to that "my mom is an idiot" stage. Oh well...luckily it's just hair and it will grow back. And I kind of like the curls with his longer hair anyways...