Last week my dear oldest boy confessed to me about doing something he shouldn’t have at school. He felt terrible. He was devastated actually. I knew that the only way he was going to move past it was to go to his teacher and confess and apologize, so in an act of great bravery, he did that on Friday. I was incredibly proud of him as I fought back my own tears seeing his struggle.
Unfortunately, he realized the catharsis that can come from confessing. He is now confessing to me EVERYTHING that he has ever done. It is exhausting! Seriously, he rarely goes 5 minutes without confessing about something. Just today I have heard:
1. Sometimes I pick my nose
2. Sometimes I don’t wash my hands after I go to the bathroom
3. I saw Katie’s underwear on the playground
4. Sometimes I pick at the skin on my hands and throw them on the floor
5. I think I have a lot of crushes
6. One time I looked at my friend’s paper at school
7. One time I felt jealous of my friend’s legos
8. I used Auntie Kelly’s towel to clean up some potty that spilled in the bathroom
9. I have eaten things that have been on the ground for longer than 5 seconds
Oh, the list goes on and on. And on.
I’m so glad that he has the desire to be an honest person, but I am looking forward to the time that we can have a discussion without his finding the need to confess something else that will make me cringe. I’m not quite sure what to do with all of this information. Maybe I should ask a priest…