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Next Sunday, I will witness my niece being saved from “original sin”. To my kids, this is an interesting, if odd, custom. I expect Belly will stand right up at the vessel of water, peering at the priest with a bit of awe and interest, as she has done at previous christenings.
While Belly will be front and center, I will not. For although my sister values my relationship as aunt to her two children, I cannot be godparent to them. I grew up Catholic, but, much to my mother’s chagrin, am no longer part of that religion.
I will feel a bit self-conscious at this christening, as I did when my nephew was christened two years ago. Self-conscious because I imagine this conversation taking place at the church:
Distant Aunt: “Who is that standing up as godparents?”
Less Distant Aunt: “Oh, that is Mr & Mrs Q’s good friends, X and Y.“
Distant Aunt: “I thought both had a sibling? Why aren’t they the godparents?”
Less Distant Aunt: “Well, Mr Q’s brother is a godless heathen, and Mrs Q’s sister is a (pause) U-Nee-Tary-An”.
Distant Aunt: “A what?!?”
Less Distant Aunt: “Oh, you know. . . those churches with the rainbow flags hanging off the front.”
Rather then let this imaginary conversation resonate in my head, I’ve decided to take a more proactive approach. I remember reading this post on Oh, The Joys, and it came to me: I am going to be Fairy Godmother to my niece and nephew.
Every year, on the date of their christening, I will think of something that tells them how important they are in my life and how important they are to this world. I haven’t quite come up with exact ideas yet, so any input would be welcome.
So now, during the upcoming christening, I will sit content in my self-anointed position of Fairy Godmother. I’m not yet sure if I will carry a wand.
I will also try to keep D from running up and down the aisles with his cousin, my nephew. And, I will watch as Jilly joins her big sister upfront until she realizes that the center aisle is an excellent place to practice her cartwheels.
I’m Getting Scared That This Will Be My "Redrum".
From Jilly, a few days ago:
“Look, mommy! An E!!!”
What is she spelling!?!?!?


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