Confessions of a 2nd Grader

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…

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One Response to Confessions of a 2nd Grader

  1. Cat says:

    I thought 5 was my favorite until I got to number 9!

    Seriously, I think that it is wonderful that you have encouraged him to be honest, both because it will make him think about his actions, but also because he will realize that it’s better to get things out in the open instead of keeping things secret and worrying about them.

    When I was a little kid, I spent a very long time worrying about minor things that I’d done (once I snuck into the living room in the middle of the night to watch TV) and being very fearful that if my sins were discovered that people I loved would think I was a bad person. Looking back, it seems silly to have been *so* obsessed about some really minor things, but to me – at that time – they were huge. It was just the way I was wired. I think it’s good that you are taking him seriously because it’s serious to him.

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