Over the years, my faith has deepened and grown, but I still struggle to bring that to my kids. There's always this voice in the back of my head that says, "You're failing. You're failing!" Since Kaitlyn made her first confession earlier this year, I've told myself that I must get our whole family to confession more often. I still get a racing heart, start sweating, and stutter like crazy when going to confession...it feels too much like preparing a speech, and I've never been one for public speaking. Anyway, I'm getting better, and it's getting easier.

Our church just started offering this sacrament on Wednesday nights as well as Saturdays so we went last Wednesday. I asked Kaitlyn if she wanted to go, and she declined. I was planning on "strongly encouraging" her the next time when I was hoping to get James to go too. On Monday, we had a really nasty day in the Jeong household. There was a lot of door slamming and crying - mostly by the eldest daughter. I thought I heard the age-old words muttered under the breath: I hate you. I'm not sure. It could have been my imagination. I let it go at the time. After all, she's entitled to her feelings.

So, yesterday, Tuesday, Kait asked me if we were going to confession on Wednesday because she felt like she needed to go. My mouth dropped open, I think. Needless to say, we went to confession tonight. She asked me if she had to say exactly what her bad thoughts were or if just saying they were "really, really, really, really bad thoughts" was ok. Heh. So, maybe - just maybe - there's a conscience forming in there. Yay!