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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…

The Sorrow of Motherhood

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By Own workAlsace, Haut-Rhin, Colmar, Musée d’UnterLinden : la descente de Croix, les larmes de Marie.vincent desjardins, 2008-12-27 10:33, CC BY 2.0Link

The Sorrow of Motherhood


One of my young-mom friends on Facebook posted that she was feeling “a lot of things” as she carefully packed away her first baby’s preemie clothes. I totally understood where she was coming from. I’ve had that mixed garble of feelings many times over the past two decades. That feeling is so familiar to me that I can ward it off before it strikes. It’s sorrow.
Just like a sore throat or the start of a headache, the pangs of a sorrow can be recognized and avoided, usually with a diversion that comes quickly in a busy household, or with a song on my phone, or a quick prayer. I think most experienced moms have their favorite remedies for side-stepping this familiar malady.
In Her infinite wisdom, the Church has designated September to be the month of the Sorrowful Mother. Maybe it’s because this is the month that marks the end of the simple joys of summer for the rigors and excitement of a new school year. It’s a small loss to bear, but the end of swimming and vacations and just hanging out together is a sorrow nonetheless. It also brings with it another school year where perhaps as moms we notice that the kids need us just a little less than the year before. The irony of knowing that I have succeeded as a mother as they become more independent is not lost on me. I once read that the hardest part of being a mother is knowing that the maternal body that was meant to grow, nurture, love and hold, must come to terms with letting go and getting on. It’s a hard passage to make sometimes.

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