Never the God.
Er ... I mean parent.
I've got three Godkids. Which is quite impressive for someone who is more likely to lead children astray than keep them on the straight and narrow path to a life of virtue and chastity.
My first is fifteen now (I know, I don't look old enough, people think we are godsisters). She is a brilliant, scholarship pupil, sporty, musical and pretty. One of my proudest moments was when she added me as a friend on facebook - Oh yeah I am, like, so, like, down wit da kidz man, innit. (Since then I have had to change my settings, not so she can't see what I'm doing but I don't want to know what she gets up to.)
The next wee mischief maker is a one year old minx. Incredibly cute, willful and, although I'm a little concerned she might turn out ginger (or as her Mum always described her own hair - titian), she's still pretty cool.
And the husband and I are due to be joint Godparents to a little boy soon. His mum was the husbands flat-mate (platonic) at University, so the three of us have know each other for 14ish years. She married two weeks after us, a date arranged so we'd be back from honeymoon and not miss it. Her son was conceived a few months later, he is just shy of one now. She doesn't know we are trying, she's oblivious to the fact that her son is a physical reminder of what we should have. She has even said that she wished she could have waited a bit longer, like us, but because her husband is a fair few years older than us, and she already has a daughter from a previous relationship, they felt she should crack on. However, on the positive side it is a testament to our marriage that she has asked us to be joint Godparents - she said she wouldn't have done it if she didn't think we had an incredibly strong marriage. Which is nice.
Those three, plus my sister, who doesn't want to go through the christening malarky has left me her son in her will. Or I'm his default guardian - or whatever the legal term is.
So either our friends and family have recognised what awesome parents we will be, or the scheeming bia-tches have figured this is the best way for their kiddies to get their sticky little fingers on an inheritance should we die rich and childless. It's a high risk, long term strategy, so I'm going with the former.
Kelley from Magneto Bold Too asked us recently to post about how awesome we are - I reckon this is a pretty strong endorsement, no?