Proud Mama Moment
Posco made his first confession yesterday. He did well. He was scared at first and prior to his going we had this conversation:
Me: Ok, are you ready for your first confession?
Posco: I can’t do it, I am only 7 years old. Rosey-Posey didn’t have to do it at 7.
Me: No Dear, Rosey-Posey was 6.
Posco: Oooohh!
Me: Now do you know what to do? You go in and kneel and say “bless me Father, for I have sinned, this is my first confession. My sins are…” and you tell him your sins.
Posco: But most of my sins are fighting with my bro-
Me: Shhhhh, you do not need to tell me your sins, you tell the priest.
Then we brought him over where Father was standing and waiting. He went in and I was so nervous, I walked away, pacing and saying Memorares. When I looked back Father was standing there, and I thought “oh no, he totally flubbed up his Act of Contrition and Father is not going to let him make his First Holy Communion.” Just then Ian popped out of the vestibule and Father said to me “where’s Daisy Brandybuck of Buckland?”: Whew.
I asked Ian how it went and he said “good”. Poor little Daisy was standing there with tears running down her eyes and her father was trying to talk her into going. He eventually picked her up and stuck her in the confessional.
On the way home, Posco asked if he should go every week and my dh chimed in “yes, you should make a habit and go every week, It is good for you.” I hope dh takes his own advice.