Tomorrow my niece is celebrating her First Communion. It’s a big, exciting day that begins with the Mass and ends with a huge party at my brother and sister-in-law’s house with all the extended family. Even with 20 – yes, that’s right, no exaggeration – nieces and nephews that my husband and I have between us, seeing them reach these important milestones never grows tiresome. Instead, the different events – baptisms, communions, confirmation, and before we know it, marriages – bring us all together as a family.
I still remember my own First Communion, especially the excitement of getting ready in my white dress and veil and the nervousness at the thought that I might drop the host. But most of all, I recall being very, very sick from springtime allergies. During the Mass, I tried to stop from sniffling and prayed to God for relief so I could receive communion without my nose running down my face. I know, not the most picturesque or revered of memories but true. Thankfully, relief did come as my father crept up to the front of the church to sneak a handkerchief into my hand; an action that at any other time would have embarrassed me as I sat with my classmates. But now that action serves as a cherished memory of a very important day.
Do any of you have special memories from your First Communion or that of your children that you would like to share?