Today, despite the threat of heavy rains, my son's first communion pushed through. I was there of course and the happiness on my son's face proved that I was right where I needed to be.
I've never had my first communion because I did not go to a Catholic school. However, I loved the solemnity of the service and how it teaches kids more about God and seeking forgiveness. I love that they teach that to little children but I loved how my son soaked it all up even more.
B is just so open to things. He accepts the word of the Lord and everything the adults in school teaches him like a sponge soaking it all in. It makes me marvel where he got this trusting thing from and then I realize, he got it from me. I was like that before people hurt me too much and I stopped trusting easily.
I hope he doesn't lose that the way I did.
I'm just really happy that I was there for my son's communion. I hope that I don't miss out on all the important moments in his life.
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Hi! Let's all try to add more positivity in this world and adhere to the saying, "if you don't have anything nice to say, keep silent."
Showering you with unicorn poop so you'd always stay magical! Heart heart!