There are some days in your life you’ll never forget

Sometimes, there are days you don’t ever want to forget. Days so perfect that if you could paint a picture of how you wanted it to look, it would look like that. If you could write the script for that day, it would be as you’d have written. Days you’ll want to preserve from every test and trick that time has. Sometimes these are days of great significance, sometimes these are just normal days. Either way, if a thief came into your mind trying to steal your memories, these are the ones you’d gather up behind you to protect with all your strength.

The weekend just gone was one of these occasions. The weekend celebrated an important event. The Christening of my beautiful Goddaughter.

Rewind about 8 years or so….

I was walking to my car from work one Friday evening with the intention of going to the gym. It was a summer’s evening with a clear blue sky. The perfect beer garden weather. Whilst walking past a pub, there was a lady from work sitting outside. We’d exchanged pleasantries in work, had the odd polite chat, but we didn’t know each other. This lady asked if I wanted to join her for a drink. (I feel I must add, that she wasn’t drinking alone in the pub, she was with a group of colleagues!). I accepted…… Fate must have been late clocking off from work that day, because accepting that drink has led to accepting a life long friendship.

You know how sometimes you’re describing people or telling a story and you’ll say “My friend’s mother or husband or sister” etc etc… I don’t do that when I’m describing these people. I don’t do that because I describe them as “my friend”. Because they are. A friendship struck over a beer with one person has led to a friendship struck over a lot of beer with an entire family.

I think a test of a good friendship is when you feel comfortable enough just to sit in their company. Like you do with your own family. You don’t have to speak, you can just sit… I can do that with these friends. I can just sit. I enjoy their company, I love their stories, I appreciate how dear each of them is to me.

Fast forward to present day…. When my friends gave birth to their 2nd child in September, they asked me to be Godmother.

Now, you can never underestimate what an honour this is. When a parent asks you to be a Godparent, what they are saying is “We trust you”… “We trust you with the most precious item God has given us.. Our child”..

As part of my christening gift, I wrote my Goddaughter a poem and had it made into a book. I wanted something she could have for life to remind her that I will always protect her and guide her. The message I wanted to convey was that being a Godmother is more than just a title, and lasts longer than just the christening day. It lasts a lifetime. I’ve spoken in earlier posts about passion, well.. passion helped me write that poem. I’m passionate about being the best Godmother I can. I’m passionate about doing the best I can for my godchildren.

I had two copies made, one for me, and one for her.

What I didn’t expect was for my friend to read it out at the church before the service. My friend said that they had wanted to respect the time and effort I had taken to write it and wanted to share it with everyone… That’s the kind of people they are.

It’s actually quite difficult for me to put into words how that made me feel. I sat in the church with my Goddaughter on my lap hearing the words I’d written to her spoken aloud for the first time by her mother.. My friend. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so humbled and yet so proud at the same time. It was perfect.

Every word we speak creates a vibration, which is why we should always choose our words carefully. It’s like when you throw a pebble in a still pond. The water level in the pond rises, and changes because you have added to it, and the ripples created continue far beyond the point of impact.

That’s what happened Saturday. Part of the world’s vibration rose and changed, caused by my words, my dedication to a beautiful little girl. They exist now.  They were spoken, with perfect emotion and perfect emphasis. Somewhere in the universe, their existence is causing ripples. Good ones I hope..

As for my friend, I didn’t think I could have any more respect and admiration for her than I did already… A truly remarkable, strong, beautiful, wonderful person.

Usually the tide of time brings waves that crash over you so quickly, you wish you could stem the flow to make sure your savour and enjoy every moment. On Saturday, time was very kind to us. It dripped slowly and carefully. If you could look inside every droplet, you would find smiling faces and warm-hearted emotions from wonderfully good people. If you could hear every droplet fall, you would hear the echoes of laughter, the chatter of good conversation and spoken words of affection.

Saturday I became a Godmother for the fourth time, so the following is dedicated to my three Godson’s and my new Goddaughter….

I found a fairy in a jar.

When I opened it and set her free, I asked her to do something for me in return. Find you. Follow the path that connects me to you. A path where our footprints will be forever found.

I asked her to sprinkle fairy dust on your soul, so you may always have spirit in your heart and magic in your thoughts. I asked her to splash a fairy teardrop on you, so you may always feel your emotions. I asked her to whisper words of affection and encouragement into your ears so you may always hear the good echoing inside you.
I asked her to catch your wishes in a net and put them by the side of your bed in a jar, so as you grow older you’ll never forget them.
I asked her to light the paths in front of you with fireflies so you will always know the right one to take.
Finally I asked her to take a piece of my heart and drop it in your pocket. It is now yours. This way you will know that you are protected and loved by me. Always…

I did this so you know, fairies and Godmothers always go hand in hand together”
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15 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. kateshrewsday
    Mar 07, 2011 @ 22:57:53

    Fairy godmothers are a rarity, but when you find one they are priceless. My ten-year-old daughter has one. They become more special with age and I predict my daughter’s godmother will become very important during her teens.

    Congratulations on your new goddaughter 🙂

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    • bethanage
      Mar 07, 2011 @ 23:14:04

      Hi,
      Thank you very much for your comment… I’m sure that Godchildren become more special with age too. I’m glad your daughter has a fairy Godmother, I’m sure she’ll be well looked after by her..

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  2. Moira Pritchard
    Mar 07, 2011 @ 23:09:43

    Astonishing! You never cease to amaze me with your gift for words. I was so proud to hear them spoken by Eva’s mother in church on Saturday and then to hear the praise given to you by so many people. I want to you know how very proud your father & I am. We always were!xxx

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  3. Steve Walters
    Mar 07, 2011 @ 23:38:37

    Steve and I have just read this and to echo your Mums sentiments I never cease to be amazed by your words! This is why I stood in church shaking with nerves and emotion and read your beautiful book! You are a great friend and we have no doubt will be an even greater godmother…..Bec, Steve and Jobo x

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  4. Jean Round
    Mar 08, 2011 @ 20:31:26

    Bethan, your words leave me speechless. which. as you know from the frequent times we share together, is difficult. You have captured perfectly the essence of the whole weekend. Sitting and sharing. observing and listening, laughter and tears and so such warmth, it was wonderful.

    Thank you for your friendship, and I know what a wonderful Godmother my beautiful granddaughter will have in you.

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  5. Sarah Bennett
    Mar 10, 2011 @ 19:37:35

    I can’t come near matching your words but just to let you know I am sat here with tears in my eyes! I also wish I had my mum around to say the same lovely words your mum passed on to you but then maybe it was her that made sure we got back in touch! It is touching to see such love and appreciation between both family and friends x

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    • bethanage
      Mar 10, 2011 @ 23:45:52

      Thanks matey.. There was definitely some celestial forces at work that caused us to pick our friendship back up at that point in time… All from me hearing J-lo on my ipod whilst painting my kitchen wall!!!.. It’s true that music can shake awake sleeping memories, because hearing it just reminded me of that outrageously brilliant holiday in Corfu, which in-turn reminded me of you, which in-turn led me to look to see if you were on facebook, to find after 7 years of falling out of contact, you’d literally just joined and just moved up the road (By comparison to where you were!)… Don’t you just love synchronicity! Good to be back in touch pal.. x

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  6. bex
    Mar 11, 2011 @ 01:50:38

    very beautiful – you have me tearing-up from your words. wonderful way to start my day is knowing about yours.

    the poem was lovely and whimsical.

    i especially loved the imagery of water you used in this post.

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  7. Dee
    Jan 20, 2012 @ 01:57:56

    Hi Bethanage,

    I have stumbled across your blog whilst looking for a poem to read at my niece’s naming day (I will be her godmother). I absolutely love your poem, its so beautiful and I think it would be the perfect poem to read.

    So Im wondering if you mind if I use it, and also whether I can have your full name to acknowledge you as the author in the ceremony booklet?

    Thanks :o)

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    • bethanage
      Jan 20, 2012 @ 21:51:00

      Hi,
      Thanks so much for the kind comment, it would be an absolute pleasure and an honour for you to use my words.. I’m truly humbled. My full name is Bethan Pritchard and I appreciate the acknowledgement so much.
      Good luck with the naming day and with being a Godmother.. It’s a great job isn’t it? And such an honour to be asked. I’m imagining you’re already a fab Auntie, and will make an equally fab Godmother!
      Bethan
      x

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  8. Alicia
    Mar 31, 2014 @ 22:59:41

    Hi Bethanage!

    I must say your poem is wonderful! It is so whimsical yet truly breathtaking in its sincerity! I also stumbled across your blog while looking for a poem to give to my new Goddaughter at her christening at the end of the month.

    If you do not mind I would love to use this poem and give you full acknowledgement. You truly have a way with words.

    Thanks!

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