To have to be up at 5:30 on a Saturday morning. But, of course, it isn’t and here I sit, drinking coffee and waiting for the blueberry muffins to finish baking so I can run upstairs and take a shower.
Big day today–Nicholas makes his First Reconciliation. I hate to sound like I’m complaining about Church, but we have to be there all day for a “retreat”, then at the end of the retreat the kids will make their confessions. I’m missing the ‘old days’ when Adam made his, when we went at 6 p.m. and were out by 8.
Because I firmly believe that Saturday mornings should be sacred and reserved ONLY for sleeping past 7. Especially for hard working moms who are up at the crack of dawn every other day during the week.
And now that I’ve bitched, I can tell you that Nicholas is so excited to make his First Reconciliation. He’s nervous too–he can’t understand why, when there will be numerous priests scattered all through the Church, someone else won’t possibly hear what he confesses.
We’ve worked so hard on his prayers and he knows them all; we’ve talked about examination of conscious and explained why Father is a safe person to talk to about anything, and how he can’t tell mommy what Nicholas says in confession, no matter what. And my poor little guy isn’t worried about the big things, he’s worried about whether he’ll say “Thank You Father” or “Thanks be to God” when he’s finsihed. He’s debating because to not say both is rude, because I told him how Father is a ‘stand-in’ for God but how God is really there listening and giving forgiveness. And so, he should be saying thank you to both of them, right?
He’s such a thoughtful little guy.