Today was a big day for my baby. He took a step towards manhood and was confirmed. I don't make it a secret that I believe everyone should have the right to choose their own religion and path in life. Mine isn't one many can take, but I couldn't take many other paths. I send my children to church with my parents and they have each decided to go through the classes and be confirmed. Today, it was Trevor's turn. I grew up in that church and also was confirmed there, so hearing the familiar words and seeing him receive his Bible and certificate brought back sweet memories. I didn't cry until he brought me back a red rose. The Pastor stopped by my pew before church started and asked me if I was ready for this. Sure, why not? Then he reminded me that this was my baby. In my head, I knew that, but my heart wasn't and still isn't ready to admit he's grown up that much already.
I was so proud of him standing up there in front of the congregation. Yeah, he had his hair in his eyes, but that's his choice. I try not to force him to do things when they really don't matter. Looks to me are completely unimportant. He had on clean clothes (even a TIE!!!), so that was good enough for me.
Labels: confirmation, my baby, religion