Just as I’m starting to mature enough to look after a tiny person, one of my best friends has deemed me enough of a grown up to be a responible adult (basically a non-religious godparent) for her littlest. It seems a bit mad that someone out there has deemed me good enough to help in the bringing up of their baby but there you have it.
So the naming ceremony was yesterday, and have to say, it was a really nice day. The parents made promises, we made our promises, and then it was time for me to say goodbye to the diet as I stuffed my face with sausage rolls, chicken nuggets, sausages, sandwiches and about a million types of cake. It was good while it lasted, but let’s see how much I regret it at weigh in tomorrow!
And so there it is, it’s out there in the universe; I am a responsible adult. I csn barely get my head around the whole adult thing, let alone responsible, but there you go. If you’re interested my promises were:
-To pick you up when you’re feeling down
-To assist in your literacy and musical tastes (AKA you WILL like Green Day and Harry Potter)
-To share my baking with you (if he eats it there’s less to tempt me)
-My door will always be open for you.
Finding good promises was actually harder than I thought it would be. On the surface it seems like such an easy thing, but when you dig deeper it creates a whole number of questions. What sort of a relationship do I want to have with him? What sort of a role model do I want to be? I don’t think I’ve ever had such a moment of self-reflection.
So there you have it, I have been entrusted with the upbringing of another tiny person, although this time I can send him back to his mum if he’s being difficult.