The god in godmother

One of the things I'm most looking forward to when I'm back in the UK is meeting this gorgeous girl, Genevieve, aka Gen/Vivi. She was born in October and I was DELIGHTED to be asked by her mum, my good friend Kelly, to be godmother. What an honour! Now Kelly and Vivi's dad aren't particularly religious and they won't be having a christening. And good on them I say. I think that's better than all those hypocrites who don't believe in God in the slightest and have a christening in church for the party and some nice photos to keep for when Junior's older.

When I told someone the other day they asked if they'd be having a christening while I was in the UK. I explained the situation and they then proclaimed that I wasn't really a godmother at all. Pft! Like most of the people out there who are godparents believe in God and really look out for the religious and spiritual education of their godchildren? It doesn't make it any less of an honour to be picked for this special role, especially when I'm on the other side of the world.

I for one am taking it very seriously (and we'll leave my religious leanings out of it because this is not really about that). I will be watching this little one grow up with genuine interest (as well as sending her excessive amounts of cute new clothes and toys by airmail) and fondness. Her mum bandied around the words "good role model" and I hope I can live up to that. I'll be that exotic Auntie Jen in Australia who sends the best presents for her birthday. But I also hope I can teach her a thing or two about what it means to be a positive and independent kind of gal in this day and age.

Will you look how cute she is?!