My son came home from school one afternoon and asked if he could bring his shofar (the ram’s horn blown on Rosh Hashanah) to class. It was a simple act, but one filled with meaning: A reminder that faith and identity can find a place within the shared life of a school. At a time when faith and tradition are often pushed to the margins, this small moment mattered. The shofar may have been the first object brought in this year, but I hope it won’t be the last. Too often, families and schools are told to keep faith private, to treat it as something separate from public life.