First Confession

I wasn't raised Catholic. Reagan and I went through RCIA together, and converted to Catholic April of 2010. Emmaline is taking First Communion classes at our parish. This Saturday is her first confession. I am a little nervous for her, but I also know she will be fine. Reagan did great during her first confession. Me?? Oh WOW, I was soo nervous, that it felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest. I had a lot of stuff weighing me down, and after talking to the priest, it felt so liberating that I cried. I felt free from my sins. If that makes any sense.  Each confession is like that for me still. I love going to confession, it's very therapeutic, very relaxing actually. I hope my girls feel the same way when they are in there confessing to any priest. I never tell them anything that would discourage them from going.

Emmaline is going to pick her first communion dress too. My mom is going to buy it for her as a gift. I will just buy all the little details, like shoes, stockings, veil and anything else she may need. So I am waiting for her to get home from school so we can start looking. She loves dresses. She is such a girly girl. :) Anything that sparkles, and has frills, "but not too many" she will say. LOL  Everything has to match just so with her.  Reagan on the other hand could really care less what she wears as long as it is pants and a shirt. She only likes wearing dresses occasionally. She is simple, and there is nothing wrong with that.
I think we all have a frilly side and a simple side.