When I started looking for a first communion dress for my daughter, I was hoping for something similar to the dress I've used for their baptisms--one that has been used in several generations of my husband's family--with soft, white cotton and embroidery. Simple and elegant. I found one online. I was excited when it came, because you never know. But, it was really lovely. Then I had flashbacks to trying to care for that fragile seeming cotton material. The fear of scorching the it while ironing, staining it. Even though I had put the communion dress in my closet for safe keeping, when I went to get it to iron it had a stain. A stain. A bunch of brown drips on the sleeve. The only thing in my closet with them on. Unbelievable. A frantic hour later, and I had the drips out, but I was so on edge I put more wrinkles into it than I took out of it while trying to iron it.
Obviously, I'm not very good with an iron.
But, all will work out in the end. The dress is only a symbol of what is really important.