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…

18 years ago today

Calvin - looking good!


I became a mother for the first time 18 years ago today. I might write out my birth story later today or tomorrow when I have more time.

It was a terrible birth experience for a first time mom. I remember people saying "mother and baby are fine" and wanting to scream "I'M NOT FINE!" But I think what is meant by that was that I wasn't dead nor was I likely to be dead any time soon aka - fine.

Calvin's birth was a turning point for so many things in my life. It was one of the catalysts for my reversion back to my Catholic faith, it lead me to homeschooling, and for a time, it made me a voracious childbirth advocate. I even became a doula for a time and attended several births.

But mostly as I think about it today, I remember laying in my hospital bed with this tiny person and wondering how was I going to teach him to use the potty, or to walk and talk. I felt so stupid. As if I would never be able to be a good mother to him.
Then maybe it was God's grace, but I remember suddenly feeling calm and knowing that I would just take it one day at a time. So 365 days x 18 years later, we're here.

Calvin still has some rough edges (who didn't at 18!) but he is a wonderful young man and I feel very blessed to be his mother.

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