The God-mutha

This post comes to you a bit late in the day, Dear Reader, but for a worthy cause.  Luke the Wonder nephew has been baptized!  We just got back from Massachusetts a little while ago.

Being Lukey's Godmother, I wanted to give him something really meaningful as a gift.  I walked over to the Saint Patrick's Cathedral gift shop on my lunch hour last Wednesday hoping for divine inspiration.  What I ended up buying was a very pretty night light and a Saint Luke prayer card, but what I told my sister I'd bought was...a twelve inch statue of Jesus, Our Lord and Savior. 

I don't even know what possessed me to do this.  I got back to my desk and emailed Sissy that I'd bought a statue at Saint Pat's, not too big, only like twelve inches or so.  I later modified this and said that the height was actually fifteen inches, since unbeknownst to me, the ruler I'd used to measure was oversized.

I could tell Sissy was nervous.  Her tone was cautious: "Um, did you really do that?  I kind of think you're joking..."  I told her I most certainly wasn't joking, and that I'd had the statue blessed so there was definitely no returning Him now.  I also suggested that she could perhaps put Him in the back yard, if they ever move to the suburbs. 

As a final flair, I added that the Jesus statue also kind of matched the baby's bedding.  This is when Sissy frantically called our mother, who wondered if Jesus was clad in polka dots and multi-colored stripes.  I cleared up the confusion immediately by informing my sister that Jesus was wearing a sage green robe.  (Very tasteful and totally within the color scheme of the room.)

I don't know why things like this amuse me, but they do.  As the days wore on, news of my very special gift was spreading.  On Saturday morning my cell phone rang.  It was my cousin Keely:  "Did you really buy the baby a life size statue of Jesus?" 

I got to Sissy's apartment and told her the statue was in the trunk and we'd need help getting Him out.  (Apparently He'd grown over the past few days.)  She was relieved when I finally exposed my ruse.   

The Christening was lovely.  My eyes welled up as I stood next to my sister and her husband on the alter, rubbing Luke's chubby little baby arm and kissing his head, which smelled like olive oil from all that anointing.  He was very angelic up there on that alter. 

The hopes and dreams and love I feel for this baby are infinite and ever increasing.  He is more beautiful and sweet than anything I've ever seen.  Ah, Reader, I adore being a Godmother. 

At the suggestion of my dear friend Amy, all I need now is a pinky ring.  xoxo

Comments

[Sissy]

Please don't make Luke an offer he can't refuse, Godmutha.

Luke loves you so much!! xoxo

[Sissy]

Also... I knew the Jesus statue was going to be a joke at my expense. I knew you wouldn't buy a giant JC for me.....(not that there is anything wrong with that.)

[The Odd Broad]

And I love him!! I miss you guys already.

I have to add, if you were so certain there was no JC statue, then why did you keep asking me where it was? Hmmmm?

Love you poopie xoxo

[Weinerdog]

I have Braedyn's Christening the day after I get back from Costa Rica!!!!!

I'll be one cranky Godmutha, I hope I don't have to put a hit out on anyone!!!!!

Oh what we do for these precious pumpkins.

[The Odd Broad]

Who cares if you're cranky and jet lagged, you'll be fabulously tan!! xoxo