This week my husband, Mark, and I registered our daughter, Maddie, for high school. She is 100 percent ready. I am not. Maybe it’s the thought of my baby girl growing up. Or maybe it’s the still lingering questions the process has left me with. You see, for the past year, Maddie has been dead set that she was going to Seton High School in Cincinnati, Ohio. Every chance she got she wore her Seton Saint sweatshirts, T-shirts, and PJ pants. And I must confess, as an alum of Seton, I did nothing to dissuade her.
But Mark and I had concerns. Finances were a big factor, especially with three other kids–two in Catholic grade school. We have an excellent public high school in our area that Mark attended. And what about the other all-girls school nearby? It offered excellent programs, classes, and opportunities. Most of all, though, we wanted to find a place where Maddie’s personality, strengths, and gifts would be fostered. And we kept coming back to our desire for a place where her faith would be nurtured and challenged to grow. We talked about it. We prayed about it. We argued about it.
Back and forth, back and forth we went. Finally, I sat Maddie down and asked her to tell me why she wanted to go to Seton. I asked her to take her friends out of the equation–easier said than done. She sat and thought for a while and then said, “I just feel like I fit.” I couldn’t argue with her anymore. Sometimes those intangibles in life, as in our faith, are a strong force. Our decision was made.
Is this adventure going to be a challenge? Sure. But as my dad said when I asked him how he and my mom handled having three girls at Seton, “You’ll find a way.” And we will. Welcome to the sisterhood, my newest Saint.