she gave him an offer he couldn’t refuse…
when our kids were born, we never assigned godparents. see, i never grew up with godparents, so it never occurred to me to select anyone in particular to be godparents to our kids. besides, i thought hopefully, all my brothers, brothers-in-law, and sisters-in-law will hopefully take some liking to our kids and that’s pretty cool, right? (lord knows i am extremely crazy about my nieces and nephews.) not only that, but as i have no biological sisters, i have some friends who my kids have called aunt so-and-so and who have always been very kind and generous to them, treating them as their own and even looking after them at critical junctures.
when BC was young, my friend M2k (or aunt M2k, to be specific) fell head-over-heels for my girl. somehow, M2K got the whole girly-glitter-pink thing that i never did (probably due to the whole i grew up with brothers thing.) over the years, M2k has gotten BC all sorts of wild and crazy stuff from her travels; she has visited the girl whenever she’s in town; she even watched the girl while i was in labor with jools. and BC is just as crazy about M2k, for mary loves the lamb you know. one day, little BC announced: mommy, aunt M2k is my fairy godmother.
i loved the image of M2k floating around with wings and a wand. it suits her generous and loving self so completely.
anyway, we were talking about M2k the other day, as the girl is excited for the day when M2k becomes a mommy herself. and Â somehow, our conversation turned us Â to thoughts of a mutual friend of M2k’s and mine, David. David doesn’t get over here too often; he lives a continent away. Â But when he visits, he always has paddington bears for everyone, or GOOD chocolate bars that you can’t get here, or even foreign coins for the boy’s collection. Â he is big-hearted and a dear softie and someone with whom i wish i could spend more time in real life.
David, you should know, also happens to be gay. it’s not something that has ever mattered to me, the girl, or anyone in my house for that matter. Â it certainly became clear the first time he and i ever went shopping together — Best. Shopping. Buddy. Ever. (outside of my mom.) but in general, he isn’t my gay friend. he is my friend who happens to be gay. Â he never said anything to the girl about this, as it really isn’t something that came into the conversation. Â (his kilt, of course, is another story. the girl was FASCINATED by the kilt he has.) but the girl knows, and the girl doesn’t really care.
why am i spending so much time belaboring this point?
the other day, BC and i were talking about music. somehow, we got on the topic of a singer named Adele who has a gorgeous voice. i mentioned that David had met her once, and she was wildly impressed. we ended up talking about how David was doing, and then she lo0ked at me and, with a straight face, said:Â mom, if Aunt M2k can be my fairy godmother, can David be my fairy godfather?
at first, i had to stifle a chuckle. the girl clearly had no idea of the weird double entendre she had made. then, i had to resist the urge to slap myself for even thinking such a thing. wow, things get awfully ingrained in your head. did you really say that? i asked the girl, thinking she was being extra cheeky.
you don’t think he’d want to be? she asked, straight-faced.
i got over myself quickly and realized that just because that stupid idea flashed through my brain, i didn’t need to flash it through hers and continue down the path.
you can ask him, i replied. i bet he’d be delighted.
i told the story to David later. bless his heart, he didn’t seem offended by my tale. in fact, i hope he wasn’t drinking anything when he read my message, as i can picture the beverage spit all over his keyboard. (and wot a waste of wine that would likely be.)
true to form, he said he’d be delighted. you know, how could he possibly refuse?
5 thoughts on “the godfather”
Well, I just let out a guffaw so I totally understand the mental gymnastics you had to perform to temper your reactions :->
yeah, i felt so guilty. but then, when my friend who plays for that team laughed, i figured, ok, i can laugh. a little 🙂
That is a delightful story.
It is my fondest hope that if I ever become a godmother, I will magically become endowed with all of the powers of fashion and snappy come-back-ness that I have come to associate with the phrase. It has been years since I’ve thought of the word to have anything other than the most positive of connotations.
Oh, yeah, and I want a wand.
i think you are de facto also the girl’s godmother, even if i can’t really say it in real life.
and if you ever get a wand, you better let me have a crack at it 🙂