Last night, my 10 year old daughter had her First Reconciliation (Confession). As archaic as some people believe this Sacrament to be, I like the idea that my kid is acknowledging she has done things which are wrong, like lying and gossiping and spitting out perfectly good food when her mother told her to eat it and then the dog came along and ate it off the floor, so not only did she not eat her lunch but the dog had apple-scented gas all afternoon…hypothetically.
I also think it’s a good thing that she saw me in line for confession right there with her. She needs to know that even her parents are flawed and that we are always striving to improve. Some parents were in with the priest for so long that they started turning out the lights (*cough* my husband *cough*).
Because there were roughly 30 kids and quite a few parents waiting for an available priest, we were there for a long time. My six year old son wholeheartedly appreciated this captive audience, and amused us with the following:
*When I pointed to a picture of the Pope and said, “He’s the highest priest in the Catholic Church”.
My son replied, “Really? So he’s very tall?”
*After I told him why we were there he said, “When I have my First Confession, I’ll say I’m sorry for this.” Then he hit me.
*When his sister left the confessional and was coming back to her seat he yelled, “What did you tell him?”
*While waiting on the playground for my husband to finish up in the church, the kids started playing hide and seek. When my son couldn’t find his sister he announced, “Mom! I can’t find her. I think she’s hiding in heaven!”
When next year’s class has their First Reconciliation I’m bringing him with me again…and this time I’m going to charge admission.