Writing a letter to your confirmation candidate

It seems that one of the biggest events in confirmation preparation in this country is the letters of support to be given to the confirmation candidates during their mandatory retreats.

I have three such letters saved on this blog:

Confirmation letter to my daughterConfirmation letter to my fourth sonConfirmation letter to to my third son
I've asked my children what they remember about the letter they got from me and their dad, and also what they remembered about the letters they received. 
The answer was not much, or at least nothing specific. In general they were happy to have gotten a bag full of letters and there was a sense of feeling loved and supported. I guess that's the main thing - for them to have a sense that this is an important step in their spiritual growth, and that people they know, love and respect have taken the time out of their lives to let them know that! So here are some tips on procuring and writing letters for young confirmation candidates. Start thinkin…

Being there

I've written before about how I want to be a more gracious letter writer, and card sender. When I lost my baby Raphael four years ago (can't believe it has been that long!) every card and letter I received meant so much to me. Even small gestures from acquaintances and strangers.

This week I found out that a lady I a acquainted with only has a year or so to live because of a poor heart. Everyone is surprised and stunned. I want to visit her, but I don't really know her that well. I don't want to impose. I was pondering what to do when I came across this note from the Wheelie Catholic. Think I'll take my cues from her!

I had a series of difficult things happen in my life - all in a row. People didn't understand and began avoiding me .
But one friend knew what to do. One day while I was out getting medical care, she stopped by my home and left a complete dinner for me with a card and her name on it. It read simply "Thinking of you".

As I went inside, my fears from the day began to dissolve and changed into gratitude. I felt better immediately. Instead of feeling alone, I realized that she, like many others who perhaps didn't know how to reach out, were with me in my emotional and physical pain. This was a sheer gift - and it wasn't about the meal (although that was , on a practical level, helpful). This kind act of my friend nourished my soul.

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