It’s one of my favourite memories from when I was a kid, and I remember the day before as much as the day itself. The day was pretty cool, especially feeling all grown up and having my relatives all come and make a huge fuss of me. But the day before I felt pure joy.
As my parents cleaned and tidied and organised food for the post-Mass party, I pushed myself as high as I could on our backyard swing and sang with absolute conviction the hymn we’d been taught by our teacher for the day.
“Today’s my day, a very special day for me.
For like little children all over the world, I’m going to meet my Lord.
So, join together and sing and pray.
This is my first Communion Day.”
It’s so daggy! And so cute! (It was the 70s)
We’ve just celebrated our second daughter’s First Holy Communion. For both of our big girls we’ve prayed a novena, a different short prayer each night in the nine days leading up to the big day itself. I think we’ll use it for our boys as well, it’s a nice tradition and very low-effort which suits us! I pinched our First Holy Communion novena from this website, Whispers of the Soul.
The dress, veil, and hair has all been very important of course (looking forward to the boys being a lot simpler in that respect). Gifts include the obligatory rosary beads, prayer books, and little plaques (noticing a lot of cash is being given these days, not sure what that’s about). We also include the extended family and godparents on the day as well.
What memories do you have of your First Holy Communion, and if you have children who are communicants did you start, or carry on any traditions with them? And what do you think about money as a gift for a child’s religious occasion? For, against, or don’t care either way?