The Stork has landed...

My first blog ever ever EVER, and I couldn't find anything better to write about than the birth of my god-daughter Lilyana Eve!

{Bear with me as this blog is relatively short... well, short for me anyway because I tend to go on rants when I write!}

On April 1, 2011, an extraordinary thing happened... I came a godmother!  My best friend from high school gave birth to an absolutely lovely baby girl.  I have no children, nor husband or boyfriend at the moment, so this is my first somewhat "parent-labeled" experience.  Lately I have been marveling about the exact job description of what a godmother entails, and have reached the conclusion:  What exactly is the definition of a "god-mother?"  So I visited dictionary.com and this is what was brought up:

god-mother:
1.)  a woman who serves as a sponsor for a child at baptism.
2.)  any female sponsor or guardian.

Doesn't seem like too difficult of a position, right?  Considering that Lily is barely a few days old, I won't have any real expectations until later, yeah?  Ehhh, well, I wasn't given the glorious title of "Godmother" for nothing!  Time to do work.

I can't even recall who my godmother is.  I keep imaging I am Cinderella scrubbing the floors while weeping into the soapy suds and the poof!  My Fairy Godmother appears!  Only problem, I can't remember who she is, or better yet, why she's even here to begin with.  Do godmothers just go unremembered, unnoticed, forgotten?  Or are we here to serve a larger purpose than just granting wishes?

I suppose a godmother is there to take watch over the young baby and he/she grows up in this beautiful world.  Be there as a mentor, a guardian (as listed in the precise definition), a role model.  If I am to be a role model for little Lily, I need to start shaping up!  I want her to see the beauty and the positive side of life, the green grass, the full glass.  Right from the get-go, she will be faced with trails, challenges, difficult decisions... am I to be the one to guide her when a dragon comes along?  (i.e, boy troubles, bad grades, getting bullied at school, etc.)  Or am I blowing this out of proportion and getting overly-excited about the fact that I am a newly labeled "godmother" and don't know what to expect?!

Whatever the case, I hope I do my best and do the right thing, whatever that may be.  Hold her hand when she is uncertain of dangers around, help her learn to ride a bicycle, take her to carnivals, let her drink soda on the weekends, buy her nonsense toys, kiss her spontaneously, love her unconditionally.  I think I got this.  Any feedback would be greatly appreciated because I hope to take this experience and apply it towards when I have children.  Speaking of which...  nah, that'll have to be for another blog.  ;)

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