Cinderella’s Fairy Godmother?
Cold Feet’s Karen?
What about me?
I honestly never thought that I would be asked to become one. It’s one of those lovely roles in life that are reserved for the people who you think have something special, can help guide the way for your child, be there as support, love them like YOU do.
Someone who possibly has all their shit together and can cope with responsibility.
I definitely do not have the last two qualities but I am absolutely honoured to have been asked by two of our close friends. Kris is honorary godfather too [honorary because he was never baptised himself so has got a big fat red cross against his name! I wonder if this will bar his entry into the Good Place???]
I’ll admit it is such a lovely feeling to know that your friends love you enough to ask you – well, I am assuming this is why!
We are thinking of getting our two christened this year so will have to think of who is suitable to carry the mantle of godparent – although we do have our list already.
Two were aunties, two were a couple who lived with my Dad [and seemingly dropped off the face of the earth afterwards!] and another was/is my Uncle Morty. Now, he is not my biological uncle or related to me by marriage etc, he was my Dad’s best man and has actually been one of the best godparents that you could ever ask for.
Morty remembers every birthday, Christmas, understands my humour, read a piece at my wedding, took me for meals when I moved to Liverpool for uni and helped me when I moved there and had to live in the creepy Adelphi Hotel because my accommodation was not ready. He has kept drawings that I drew for him from 30 years ago. He was one of the first people who came to visit us at the hospital after Cecily had been born.
Although I did not turn to him when I was having some battles last Summer, I know that I could have done. He was really upset that I had not done so when I eventually told him.
I know that when looking for godparents for my two, we will want someone who will be there for our children no matter what. We want people who will take their role seriously in terms of being there for them like we would be.
We will be there for our godchild – even when they are an adult – to talk to, when they cannot speak to their own parents for whatever reason, or even just to get another perspective. To be there as another shoulder to cry on, another ear to bend.
I just hope that Kris and I can emulate exactly what my Uncle Morty has provided all these years and be there for our godson and his sister no matter what.
I’m off now, got to dust off my wand for later!