One day this week, when I picked Boss up from his Christian preschool, he told me he was sad because Spike (name changed for privacy) didn’t go to his school anymore. I asked him why, but he didn’t know.
Last night, we attended a Habitat for Humanity meeting at the church that runs the preschool he attends, and we happened to run into Spike and his mom. I asked why he wasn’t going to school there anymore, and she explained that he was kicked out because he got a mohawk. This confused me because I remember seeing Spike on the first day of school, and he had a mohawk then. So I asked her about it, and she said that he had indeed had a mohawk at the beginning of school. She explained her frustration with the decision and the school’s lack of understanding with her 5 year old’s haircut. There had been meetings and everything.
Today, I emailed the director of the preschool to let her know that I was frustrated with the decision. I mean, I read the rules and dress codes and nothing was ever mentioned about haircuts! Furthermore, what kind of message does this send to Spike and Boss and their school friends? That Spike has done something wrong, that he’s not good enough, that somehow, God forbid, he’s not worthy to learn in God’s house? I told the director that my prayer is that this decision would be reconsidered because I’m quite certain that Jesus does not care what kind of hairdo any child has. I hope that my concern doesn’t fall on deaf ears. My husband said that some parent probably complained about his hair and that’s why he was expelled. If so, maybe my complaint about his expulsion for such an ignorant reason will be weighed in as well.
Do you think a child’s haircut should matter? Or do you agree with me that we should let them learn to express their true selves now so they won’t be so stifled when they reach adulthood?


I know God is real because Bubba is finally potty-trained!!! Seriously, people, I was beginning to think that would NEVER happen! But I dedicated the day Wednesday to trying, without much hope, the potty-train in one day method and it worked!! Hallelujah! Cue the choir of angels!
When I was probably 5-7 years old, I experienced a true answer to prayer that further substantiated my already strong belief that God is real. I was staying at my Nanny & Poppa’s house, this was before I went to live with them permanently. I was in the house with my Poppa, when we heard a crash outside. He told me to stay in the house and he ran outside to see what caused the noise. I witnessed the event from a bedroom window.
As I was changing Sissy’s diaper today, Boss exclaimed, “Uh oh, Mom, Sissy doesn’t have her peepee yet!”
As a mommy for over 5 years now, I can tell you I’ve experienced some very gross things, but this weekend I experienced the grossest one yet! I had just finished breast-feeding Sissy, who’s 7 months old now (sad face). I had laid her back on my knees and was talking to her when she started trying to sit up, so I lifted her to a standing position on my lap while I reclined back on my pillows in my bed. I was saying, “Oh you are just so cute” when she spit up warm breast milk right into my open mouth! It was gross on several levels! Ooh!
Last night on our way home from having dinner with wonderful friends, Boss said, “Mommy, I want to be a Christian.” There was chaos ensuing in the car since it was time for Sissy to go to bed; she was screaming to let us know what time it was. So I told Boss that we wanted to talk to him about that at bedtime.
There seems to be an epidemic in the Church of young adults choosing to leave once they are out of their parents’ homes. I know it has been a hot topic of discussion in the board, committee and small group meetings I’ve been a part of in recent years. The question posed is always, “Why?”. I think the answer for many of them is that they are not experiencing the reality of God. They go to Sunday School for 18 years in their mostly-safe suburban worlds and never are forced to depend on God. The only reason they are left with to believe in God is that their parents believe in God. And for many, that’s just not good enough…nor should it be.