A preschool confession

Searching for preschools in Detroit has been an interesting journey. I so want to replicate what Kaila has now. An incredible nurturing environment filled with talented teachers and lots of great friends. I know I'll find it. There are lots of great preschools out there. However, the number dwindles when one of your criteria is curriculum sans religion.

GASP! Yes. I said it. No hymns. No hallelujahs. No Hosanna in the highest. Not for this family.

For me, preschool should be about preschool and church should be about church. Perhaps I feel this way because I'm a Hindu who grew up with different deities. I don't do church. I'm supposed to hit temple. I don't know what happens in church. Then again, I don't know what happens in temple. However, I do praise my 100% goose down-filled pillow every Sunday morning, thankful that I don't have to be anywhere to do anything. To that pile of fluff, I'm an unwavering devotee. Truth be told, I simply feel that the doobies should learn without guidance, influence and interference from anyone up above, say past 6-feet or so. Be it your holy peeps, my rishis or the flying spaghetti monster. There's nothing wrong with wanting school and religion. Whatever type of educational system you choose is your right. And, whatever type of school I choose is mine. I'm just on a different path, I guess.

Kaila must have overheard my struggle to find a preschool because she handed me this picture. The only thing missing is the lightning bolt striking me dead. I guess she can read my preschool poker face. She's got me like nobody.