"So we were talking about baptizing the baby and we want you to be the Godmother."
I'll never forget the day my uncle asked me to be the Godmother to my beautiful Godson. I was not only surprised, but so humbled and proud to even be considered. He went on to say that he wanted his son to have a strong and motivated Godmother to look up to, but he already had me at we want you...
Since I had been asked prior to him being born I couldn't wait until his arrival. The day he was brought back home with his mom I was itching to get off work and see him. Here I am, below, still dressed in my work clothes holding him.
Since the day he was born I had such a strong attachment to him that I can't quite explain. It was as close to the feeling of being a mom as I can honestly say I have felt.
For the next 4 years I made sure I was there to see him growing. I would ask my uncle to let me take him home for a day or even a weekend. To this day I'm truly surprised they trusted me taking care of him overnight being that I wasn't a mother and was only 20, but I'm glad they did.
I say 4 years because once I moved to Texas it was incredibly hard to spend the quality time I was used to spending with him being so far. His 5th birthday was the first birthday I wasn't there to celebrate with him, but I did send him a present and made sure to FaceTime my sister as he opened it.
During our times together I would take him to the park, which interestingly enough I was able to be the first person to take him to a park and go down his first slide. We'd go to Chuck E. Cheese, walking around the town, get ice cream, or just watch movies at home. I always joke around and say that my Godson has put me through almost everything that a mother would go through with her child.
He has been sick with me overnight. I had to get up at 4 am as he was projectile vomiting on me, bathe him and rock him to sleep as he cried. He has had explosive diarrhea to the point where he pooped all over my bed, pillows, his clothes, and my arm which then caused me to have to bathe him and of course throw out all of my sheets and pillow cases. During my friends baby shower that I took him with he decided to attempt to throw a tantrum by wanting to throw himself on the floor because he didn't want to leave. I had to give him a nice butt warming for that one, which I can honestly say was the best decision I made during that episode because to this day he has never tried it again with me.
Now that I am back home and he is now 6 years old I make an attempt to see him more often so that I can be there for him whenever he needs someone aside from his parents. I want him to feel comfortable to come to me as he gets older with any issues that may arise. I pray that I'm able to teach him how amazing God is and instill our Catholic values in his everyday life.
My Godson, my little corazon de melon, 6 years old now and so full of life. He's so energetic, so happy, loving, and considerate. I'll never forget the time we were walking back home from getting a cookie at a local bakery and just before we were about to cross the train tracks he extends his little arm out to block me from continuing to walk and says, "wait Titi (Tia in Puerto Rican Spanish), let me make sure there are no trains coming so you can go." My heart just melted right there and had to bring him close to squeeze him from how much love I felt at that moment.
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To know wisdom and instruction,
To discern the sayings of understanding,
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To receive instruction in wise behavior,
Righteousness, justice and equity;
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To give prudence to the naive,
To the youth knowledge and discretion,
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A wise man will hear and increase in learning,
And a man of understanding will acquire wise counsel,
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To understand a proverb and a figure,
The words of the wise and their riddles. - Proverbs 2-6
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