This past Saturday was a huge day – my grandson was baptized by my son. Putting the experience and emotions into words is difficult but I’ll give it a shot.
My son in-law’s sister was the godmother and my son played dual roles as godfather and priest. My nephew stood in for my son as proxy. Otherwise it would just have been silly if my son had to both ask himself and answer his own questions. Too much Sybil there.
My cousin is a priest. He baptized my children. Somehow, though, it’s different when it’s your son christening your grandson. I wish my aunt were still here so we could compare notes. I miss her terribly. Anyhow, listening to my son give a short homily, talking about how we all have been praying for this child for close to a year now – it was a homily straight from the heart. This uncle loved this child months before this baby was born (as we all did).
My son has done many baptisms, some for the children of close friends but this was the first family member. I watched him gently pour water over his nephew’s head and tenderly wipe it dry. Joy spread across his face and I knew his face was a reflection of my own joy.
Joy was the theme of the day as 50 people filled my backyard for food and drink. In spite of the drizzle and coolness of the day, everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. The hard part of having so many people over is you never really get to spend much time with anyone but I got to finally meet my godson’s baby girl. I informed my younger cousins that it is too much work trying to remember that they are not in fact my nephews & nieces so I made it official that I will now refer to them as my nieces and nephews. I’m fairly certain they don’t object.
To end the day, as each guest left, they received a favor and seriously, what can be better than cookies made by your ‘niece’?
A day can’t get much better than that: filled with love, laughter, and good food!