Moment of peace

Okay, so I can't keep up with the daily blog reflections on 2009, so I'm going to start skipping and do the ones I really like.

December 8 Moment of peace.

In September I went to Chicago to meet my dear friends' new baby, Ben, who also happens to be my god son. Being asked to be his god mother was such an honor. I've always wanted to have that role in someone's life, and I love his parents so much, that thinking about it still makes me a bit teary. A moment of peace for me was meeting him for the first time. He was a tiny newborn and it felt like nothing to hold him in my arms. I felt the muscle memory from my years of babysitting kick in and the warmth of new love, even with his occasional squawking.

I haven't seen Mr. Ben since he was a couple of weeks old, and I hate that I am not closer to help out. I did just see recent photos and you can already see his personality shining through. I cannot wait to see him again. I cannot wait for our adventures together in the future.

Comments

[Kathleen Maher]

I assume you took the photograph. The colors put many great artists to shame, but then look what beauty sat before you.
Congratulations, godmother Claire. My godmother, who had five children of her own, never forgot my birthday. Even when I was a teenager she sent a check. She also sent me silly greeting cards for every holiday, which nobody else did. No ones just for me.
And she didn't live close by. I visited her and her family once when I was ten. But knowing she was godmother, and cared about me, brought me nothing but joy. That's what
godmothers are for.
I may have felt especially lucky, too, because the godparents chosen for my siblings paled compared to mine.