A Godparent or Two
Just recently my dear sister asked me to be the Godfather for their daughter. I was ecstatic. Yes, I said, of course. I was almost jumping up and down.
Looking back, I’m not sure why I was so happy.
Choosing a Godparent is a necessary thing. But also a little morbid and disturbing to think about. Will you take our son or daughter in if something should happen to us? Something that would prevent us from taking care of our kid. If we died basically.
I love my sister and her husband. I love my little niece like she was my own. Of course I would take her in a raise her if you couldn’t. But I hope to god that I will never have to.
More than just that though, being a Godparent means something else as well. It means being a positive role model for your Godchild, being there if they need you for guidance and basically ensuring that you’ll be a part of their life so long as you live.
I’m already a Godparent for my wife’s niece. I feel more than a little blessed that two different couples have chosen me to be that person for their kid. Although my wife has 5 under her belt, which probably means that she’s more of a beacon of good than I’ll ever be.
But all joking aside, I must have done something good in another life. To be seen as good enough to be trusted. To be seen as being capable of love. Not the fickle, fading kind of love. The the deep, enduring kind of love. For all the sacrifices that have to be made for children. I feel lucky to be seen by people as a person that can and will make those sacrifices. I must have done something good in another life.
Maybe I did something good in this life.
