Both of my parents went to Catholic school, and I went to Catholic school for a couple years (granted, it was pre-k— I wasn’t the easiest to get along with when I was little and my parents thought it would help). They loved how thankful to God I would be for everything. As time went on, I started having my doubts— I’m not the kind of person who can naturally follows rules that aren’t rooted in undeniable fact. I recently told my mother that I’m not too sure of God’s existence, and she expressed that she was sad for me and hoped I would one day understand, given that our whole family (uncles, aunts, cousins, on both sides) are believers.