My Stupid Big Mouth - Part I

My bestest friend (K) in the world lives in LA. We have been like two peas in a pod since college, hmmm (covering mouth) years ago. I don't see her as much as I would like, maybe once a year, but we talk a few times a week. We've had normal ups and downs yet we always come out on top. I am the Godmother to her first child who is now 4. I was the maid of honor in her wedding. I knew her husband in college as well although she didn't. When either one of us has money and the other doesn't, we send it. When we shop for ourselves, the other is likely to get something as well. When one of us needs a bill paid and the other has it, we do it. We know all of the other's dirty little secrets (of course I don't have any of those). There is nothing we wouldn't do for each other.

Now, the tricky part.

When I decided to choose Baby I's godmother/godparents that was a tough decision for me. Since I am single I wanted it to be more than in name sake. Some people choose godparents because they were guilted in to it or others because they are good friends. I wanted to choose the person/people who my daughter would not only love but who would see on a regular basis and feel like she really is a part of their lives. What if something does happen to me and I walk through those pearly gates? I want to make sure Baby I has the least amount of transition as possible. I want her to have the same (or like) experiences that I would provide with the family and know she is wanted. Also, because I am single, I want to make sure I have a positive male role model in her life at all times. I want to have seen the man (who is her godfather) interact with both children and adults alike. Basically, just as I was/am to my mother, my baby is going to mean everything to me so choosing padrinos (godparents) was tough.

Enter A.

A and I met about 5 years ago and have been hanging tough ever since. We just clicked. A, her husband and 9 year old daughter live 5 minutes from me. She took me to the hospital at 4am when I was literally on my death bed. She always has a helping hand and ear. We are crafty together. Run our weekend errands together. Hold yard sales together. Eat dinner regularly together and text when annoyed. Her husband is awesome with their daughter and other kids. Our family shares culture and they are committed to children in general.

Both K and A are my closest friends for different reasons but ironically we love similar things and hate the others as well. I am blessed to have them both.

So, who did I choose as Baby I's godparents and where does my stupid big mouth come in to play? I'll tell you in the next post. I would say tomorrow but if you know me you know that really may not happen. ;-)