If I was truly anti-religion, I probably wouldn't be sending my daughter to a Catholic school. Even though we've yet to formulate the role of faith in our family, I can deal with the rosary homework prizes and the coloring pictures of Mary with really bad eye shadow and lipstick.
But Jesus dying on a cross and coming back from the dead? Well, that's one of those stories that I'm not sure I can even swallow, let alone a 4 year old.
I mean one minute she's singing songs about wee little men in trees, and the next minute she's drawing a dead man on a cross. And that's enough to make me realize that we've been taking the whole religion thing a bit too lightly around here.
I can't say I'd be happy either.
I'd never consider myself to be someone who'd leave anything completely up to a teacher and a school curriculum, even academics for that matter. But I guess my own issues with religion got in the way of better preparing my daughter for what has obviously become more than just a weekend of egg hunts and chocolate overdoses.
But then just a few days ago during her afternoon quiet time, she reported quite proudly that she had completely cleaned up her room. When I complimented her handywork, she said: "Well, Jesus is coming back to earth Mommy and I don't want my room to look nasty for Him."
And then I thought, maybe the message she's getting from school isn't that bad after all.
Jesus: Providing inspiration everywhere. Even to messy preschoolers.