This is my very first Godchild and my very first niece. I remember when she was born and when she was Christened. I remember when she first started walking and when she first started school, and swimming, and wearing braces. I remember when she wouldn’t sleep in her crib, take her headband off, or wear pants. I remember when she started watching Backyardigans, and then Spongebob and now Good Luck Charlie. I remember when first son and she would race strollers around, engaging in nonstop play, and I am happy to report that although the games may have changed, the play hasn’t.
One day, I’ll write about remembering her First Holy Communion and how beautiful and proud she looked. I am a lucky Godmother.
I have another Godchild, who is also very special to me. She is the daughter of my oldest and dearest friend. I also remember when she was born. I remember when her mom and I use to take our strollers up to the boardwalk and walk and talk, and analyze our children’s every moves, sounds, bowel movements and sleep patterns. Who knew I would move to Florida so soon after we became mothers? Who knew she would have two girls and a boy and I, two boys and a girl?
Though separated by distance our friendship endured, and lucky for me, she is just an hours drive away now, not a plane ride, and so I was able to celebrate my second Goddaughter’s First Holy Communion yesterday, which meant seeing friends that I don’t get to see as often as I like. Friends who have known me for a real long time. Friends whom I still love.
I am a lucky Godmother.