I’m don’t usually cover religion here and I’m not going to dwell on it overly now. H is at a Catholic school and part of being a Catholic is making your first confession. Like many modern-day Catholics I haven’t been to confession for ages, in fact I was still wearing a school uniform last time I went, so I can admit to being a bit ambivalent about H making his first confession. I was worried too that he’d got nervous about it. I can’t say I blame him as it seemed a daunting prospect.
The church connected to his school is quite small and I think there is only one confessional (it’s not our parish church), so the school decided to get the children to make their confessions up near the altar. Half going to one priest and the other half to the other. In a way this was good as the children weren’t far from their parents. I sat in the first row of pews, while H was making his confession, so it was nice for him to be near me and not having to go into a room on his own. On the one hand the children were all too aware that their classmates and their families were close by, so they didn’t want to speak up too loud or everyone would hear (despite the singing going on to drown the sins). On the other hand the priests weren’t in the first flush of youth, so speaking up loud enough for them to hear was an issue too. Understandably he was very apprehensive about the experience.
All went well though and he has now got the experience under his belt. I think it’s good that he managed to conquer his fears and his nervousness. I think he’s less nervous about his first communion which is coming up fairly soon too.