Becoming a Godmother: The Sweet Honor of Watching Her Grow
July 10, 2020
The Day I Met Her
She was just a few hours old when I visited the hospital. Tiny, wrinkled, and impossibly perfect. I was nervous to hold her—terrified I might drop or handle her wrong.
But that moment stuck.
A Friendship Turned into Family
My college friend—one of my dearest—chose me to be her daughter’s godmother. I didn’t hesitate. We’d grown up together, laughed over exams and heartbreaks, and now here we were: walking into a new chapter, side by side.
Watching her daughter grow has been such a quiet joy. From baby steps to school shoes, she’s almost as tall as me now. Time is sneaky like that.
Being a godmother isn’t just about gifts on birthdays or attending baptisms. It’s about being present, praying for her, and promising to be another adult who loves her no matter what.
