In 2008, my son was being confirmed in the Catholic Church. As a consequence, we clocked a lot of pew time for various reasons—special services, required Mass attendance—you name it and we were there.
We asked if he wanted to opt out of confirmation but he didn’t want to be ‘different’ from his friends, all of whom including him attend Catholic schools. Being different is the social kiss of death for a 13 year old. So I thought, ‘Okey, dokey.’ I will stand by my boy. See below the orange Rorschach blot for more.