Picture it. 2007. My godson’s baptism.
I am over the moon happy that I am about to be a fairy godmother to my godson (who, if you ask me, looks just like me, even though we aren’t really related by blood).
I take my commitment very seriously. I attend the fairy godmother class in Miami, as is required by the Catholic church. I buy his christening outfit. I also get him a little baptism kit, per the recommendation of the Mexican bazaar where I purchase his outfit. The Baptism kit consists of a candle, seashell, rosary and little towel. I deliver these to my comadre (Spanish for co-mother) the day before the baptism. I am so excited.