So, today my son received the holy sacrament of Communion. Obviously, he is Catholic. So, sometime long ago I went through the same "rights of passage" baptism, reconciliation, communion, confirmation and marriage. I said sometime long ago, because somewhere in my early twenties I went from "Catholic" to "Spiritual, not Religious" There were many different reasons for my departure from going to church. Some were as ridiculous as "I was partying until 5am and just couldn't make it" to hearing stories blasted on every news channel of yet another priest/bishop being charged with molesting, etc.  

When I became a mom, though, something changed. I felt that it was my duty to expose my son to some sort of religion, and the only one I knew well enough was Catholicism. He was baptised and now attends a catholic school - which is what lead to his first communion today. As I sat in church, I actually shed a few tears. It was definitely a milestone for my family, for me, for my son. Here he is accepting the body of Christ (bread). My big boy. And, he enjoys church! Go figure.

I am going to make every effort to go to church on a consistent basis so that my son will have religion in his life. When he is of age, he can then decide if he wants to remain Catholic, or, become a Buddhist if he so chooses. At that point, its his choice, not mine. I would have felt good that I did my part.  He would have gotten 4 out of the 7 sacraments by the time he is 18. That's more than 50%. I can live with that.

Rabiah