Thursday, June 11
BEING A GOD PARENT
Over the last few weeks I've been obliterating myself as part of a one month holiday. It's been fabulous spending time with family and friends and just getting to do whatever I want, with the people I love. One of the things that happened as part of that break was my little brother Tom asking me to be a god parent to his new born son Eli. I know can you believe it? Tom has a great sense of humour clearly because when he asked me and I said what does that mean, he said you're there for moral guidance throughout his life and on mention of that we both burst into laughter. The poor little fucker has no idea what he's gotten himself into hehe. Fortunately they've also chosen a lovely female friend of theirs to help...phew, pressure off.
Anyway we had the christening, which involved heading of to catholic mass for an hour and a half before the service...yawn. I had forgotten how boring church really is, to say nothing of the abundant collection of pensioners clinging to the hope that all their sins will be forgiven, it was kind of cute and kind of sad all at once. Eli was a little champion, didn't fuss or make too much noise and the only sticking point for me was when we as god parents were on the altar denouncing the devil and saying we believed in God. I felt like such a liar pretending I believe in God and the devil when really I just think the whole thing is about controlling people and making them scared...but each to their own.
Anyway it's a real privilege to be asked to shadow Eli through his life and be recognised as worthy of helping him through his journey into adulthood. I love everyone in my family so much and I'm so proud of my little brother Tom and his amazing wife Ciara and I know that Eli will have the most incredible life as a result of them. As for loving him, look at the little treasure, he's so beautiful I could sell him on the black market, not that I would of course, but you get the idea.