Yesterday, I became a Fairy Godmother. Not the proper half of proper God Parents, but just-the-fun-bits Godmother.
As you know Ben and I haven't got kids, and we are absentee aunt/uncle to three boys and two girls back home. So though we are getting chronologically old, in many ways we never had to become mature, proper adults, e.g. parents. When Mummy asked me two weeks ago if I would be her Godmother, I had to think a while. Would I have to correct my loud-mouth, opinionated, irresponsible ways? Would I have to finally grow up?
Well, the parents and even the priest went out of their way to make this wayward Catholic feel welcomed and comfortable at the Christening, and this wee girl, I know, is going to enrich our lives in so many ways.
I even went to the chancel for the first time in my life; I thought a lightening bolt may strike me right there, but it didn't.