Tomorrow is Maia's first day of pre-school. Actually, it's just an hour-long orientation, with parents and kids. Maia will be doing a two-mornings a week program, from 9-11:30 on Tuesdays and Thursdays. She is really excited. She still misses all her pals from Dayton, and I think this will be a great way for her to make friends. It might help me too.
The preschool is right down the street from us - about a five minute walk from our house. It's housed at and hosted by a Methodist church. I'm feeling very ecumenical, letting my daughter go to preschool in a Methodist church. That never would have been acceptable in the 50s. When we went to look at the school, I asked a question regarding the Christian content of the preschool. The director told me it basically consists of a prayer before snacktime and some generic Christian songs here and there. I got the impression that she thought I was secular and worried my child might actually end up believing in Jesus.
But of course, what I was really worried about was that someone might tell Maia that the saints aren't real and that Catholics are idolatrous for praying to Mary. I almost told the director, "As long as no one's anti-Catholic, there shouldn't be a problem." I think it will be ok, even though Jeff reminded me that "generic Christian" basically means "Protestant." (In case Catholics didn't learn that from the public school battles in this country...)
This morning Maia and I filled out an information sheet for her teacher. Maia colored in the dog and then answered the questions. I duly recorded her responses, which I now provide here for the reader's edification.
Favorite color: white and pink.
Favorite food: macaroni and cheese and peas.
Favorite toy: Baby Lucy (her doll).
Favorite movie: The Last Unicorn.
What I want to learn at preschool: How exactly Jesus came alive again.
Forget reading, writing, coloring, and so on.
Maia just wants to know the mechanics of the resurrection.
Looks like she's in for a lifetime of learning, just like her folks.