My 13-year-old son went to Confession last week for the first time at school with limited prep or warning. I remember mine, sitting across from our family’s favorite priest in his office. I’d been preparing for weeks in CCD. We talked about my family and friends and school. Then he asked….
“Do you take care of your little sisters? Get along with them?”
Yes, I smiled. So far, so good.
“Do you listen to your parents?”
Of course, but… is there a trick question?
“Are you nice to you friends?” Check.
“Listen to your teachers?” Check.
At 9 or 10, I was clearly lacking in both mischief and creativity. I left his office relieved, but greatly disappointed.
So, given this teenage boy’s proclivity for misadventure, combined with a wear-it-on-your-sleeve approach to feelings, I would have loved to be a fly on the wall. But….
“It was a little awkward since I had no idea what I was supposed to do.”
“I made something up about hiding the remote when I got mad at my brothers…”
… hundreds of times, if truth be told.