Godparents: The Understanding Moment
Earlier this year, my younger sister wrote about choosing her children’s godparents. You’d have to read her post for the entire explanation about how she and her husband chose godparents, but a couple of sentences stood out in my heart long after I remembered Rache’s exact words:
So, remember, when you’re looking at the people you hold close, the people you spend the most time with, ask yourself – do they see the greatness within you? Are you able to be unapologetically YOU around them?
My husband and I chose one set of godparents when we had only Li’l D, and when my faith inclinations were different than they are now.
Things got more complicated after we had Littler J early last year. Anthony knew his godparent selection, but I disagreed. “They don’t represent my faith well!”
“Well, what is your faith, then?!” he’d ask.
“…,” I’d reply with a glare.
(“I attend the church of sunlight through trees!” my heart cried.)
We recently had pizza with the couple Anthony proposed be our children’s godparents.
I watched how their kids played with my kids, and I thought, “Now, isn’t that sweet?”
And then …
And then I went to the bathroom.
When I came back, my toddler rested on Mama B’s hip as she prepared a salad in the kitchen. She talked to him while she prepared, pausing to look him in the eyes and exchange a few loving words with him.
I choked back tears. My sister had described a whole involved dealio for selecting her children’s godparents, but for me, it came down to a look: the look in Mama B’s eyes as she gazed upon my little boy. I knew that look from my own godmother.
I thought, without words, how faith didn’t really matter very much to me as long as my boys grew up knowing that love … and knowing it was the exact same love their birth mother had for them.
I told myself I’d tell Anthony about The Understanding Moment, but I forgot until this evening.
(I’ve started a new job. Starting a new job means all kinds of insurance talk.)
“I forgot to tell you,” I told Anthony tonight. “I saw Mama B with Littler J a few weeks ago, and I knew they were the ones. I just knew it. The only thing is, they need to develop a relationship with my family starting now.”
“That won’t be a problem at all,” he told me, and I knew he was right. “They’ve been ready to love our boys since before they met them.”
I believe my younger sister is also right: It’s imperative to surround yourself with people who see the greatness in you, and who love you exactly as you are.
But when it comes to selecting godparents, maybe, just maybe, a single look can tell you everything you need to know.