My boy is all grown up.
Overnight, whilst I slept some unknown being flicked a switch, waved a magic wand, sprinkled some magic dust and my boy simply woke up, a grown up.
Or so it seems.
It was my pleasure to sit in our local church yesterday and watch my boy and his peers receive the sacrament of Confirmation. Whereby they receive the Gift of the Holy Spirit, originally bestowed on them at Baptism and gifted again, now that they're more mature.
I was surrounded by a sea of boys and girls blossoming in their maturity, with their hormones at bay for the day. Mostly!
It was a beautiful ceremony, very personally presided over by our very personable Parish Priest, having received the honours to do so by the Archbishop. He did a fantastic job and had something nice to say to each and every child as he gently touched their cheek. It was quite moving and emotional and I spent most of it wishing I'd had the foresight to bring some tissues.
This was followed by some patiently posed for photography on the Church grounds, before we moved on to the fabulous Druids Glen Resort where we had the most relaxing and wonderful day. And more patiently posed for photography. By my boy, not necessarily the adults!
It was extremely heartwarming to see my boy converse, in his new found grown-up fashion, with adults and teenage cousins alike and to 'hang-out' responsibly with his similarly aged other cousin. The fact that he ate from the normal menu and had adult food did not entirely pass me by.
The pleasant surroundings, gathering of family and fabulous time that we had must have totally gone to my brain, making me feel brave, because I broke my long held rule and made a spontaneous decision on the way home.
There was one person missing, due to illness, from this family gathering and I decided that my mam should see her grandson on his Confirmation Day. The rule I broke in order to facilitate this was to allow a meeting of my child and my mother in her present state of mental illness.
Once more on this day, my boy blew me away with the maturity with which he visited with my mam, who was in ecstatically high spirits. It was wonderful to see her in such good form, no matter how unnatural it was, and it was quite amusing! We laughed!
I silently cried.
He chatted and was SO amazingly patient and understanding with her that I was bursting with pride. And more tears.
I did not unnecessarily prolong this visit so we left after about ten minutes.
He and I both smiled and waved our goodbyes.
We walked out the door...... and he promptly burst into tears.
My heart broke.
What have I done?
Presented an opportunity for character building?
Or spirit crushing.
Today was the day for neither.
I do NOT want this to be the over-riding memory for him from a day filled with some fabulous memories.
Conversely, the proudest I've EVER been of him was during this visit.
We took ourselves home in search of comfort and rebalance.
First up was jammies, snuggles and Doritos on the sofa.
And whilst we KNOW that Confirmation is NOT about the money.... counting the Confo loot did a LOT to restore the good mood!!
All's well that ends well.
And I ended the day being one mama that is immensely proud of her son...
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