I’ve been trying to figure out how to express my thoughts on being asked to be a godmother. I really can’t…at least not without sounding too sentimental or melodramatic. Saying things like it’s an immense honor, or I’m filled with joy, or it makes me want to be a better person, all sound like fluff, even though I could say I believe each one.
I think some people see being a godparent as just a title, but I want to take it seriously. And the one thing that I love about how the baby’s parents described it is this: they want someone who, if they were to die, could tell the baby things about her parents that other people don’t know, not even their families. It’s a little overwhelming, but moving to be thought of as such a person.