... The Boy made his first reconciliation yesterday evening. His little faced was beaming when he received absolution. In fact, all the children there practically skipped back to their pew to do penance. It reminded me of my first reconciliation... the jitters and nerves and the absolute feeling of joy at hearing the words "I absolve you."
There were a couple of light hearted moments last night, like my son's fear that the priest would wash his mouth out with soap if he confessed to saying a bad word. My favorite was his astute observation that confession can't be all that bad because, after all, I go all the time.