The choice

When I first found out I was pregnant almost 4 and a half years ago, I presumed that being a mother would be so simple and straightforward.  After all, I was great with kids, had worked in daycare, and helped raise my two younger cousins.  How hard could it be to raise a kid?  And raising them Pagan?  Easy peasy.  Then Jaden was born.  He was the most adorable, sweetest little baby boy any new mother could imagine.  I was smitten.  
Then we went home.  The question of how to raise him Pagan stayed with me.  
I had no idea how to include my little 
newborn in the faith that I shared.   It was made more difficult by a husband who, 
while he is quite understanding
of my need to be "different" as he called it, he didn't want our kids to go to school later on in life and get made fun of or ridiculed by their peers when he informed everyone that his Mommy is a witch.  While I understood where he was coming from being someone that went through school as not the most popular of girls, I also thought that it was important for me not to give in to the uneducated masses.   
My husband is a little more educated when it comes to my religion and why I want to teach my children my spiritual beliefs and now he is fine with it.  I beleive that if we teach our children that there are many, many, many ways to the divine, they will be better prepared to choose something that is right for them later on in life.   If they choose to carry on the Wiccan tradition that I will pass on to them, that would be wonderful too.  Everyone could do to love the Earth and their felow man a little more.