I always thought it was so cool that John Paul II called the family a school of virtue. Before I got married and had kids, I pictured teaching my children virtue, helping their little souls get off to the right start. It was exciting to think about.
Once I had my first daughter, though, I realized how wrong I was. Sure, one day I'd be teaching her virtue, but this school was going to be my finishing school. And I don't mean as in a six-week course on how to walk with a book on one's head, I mean finishing -- helping finish my trip to (hopefully) Heaven. And I have a long way to go, so this is going to be a tough school of virtue for me.
