Do you remember your Godparents?

[Patjoe]

I have been thinking about my previous post and came up with some more ideas for the godparents’ Baptism memorabilia. There could be a small photo album for pictures of the ceremony; a beautiful reproduction of the words of the ceremony; and a “checklist” of things that could be done each year to “grow” the relationship and to help in the spiritual maturing of the child – e.g., teach a new prayer, introduce new saint, give religious medal, attend Mass together, go over Catechism lessons, review proper relationship with opposite sex, guidelines on how to keep religion in school environment, good advice for finding spouse, and so forth.

This would help the reticent godparent and would be a reminder of age-appropriate subjects between the growing child and his/her godparents. If one would want to be really expansive in this, he could actually add examples of prayers and include a few medals and cite sources for reading material for the first few years.

 

[serendipity]

I know who they are only because my parents told me a few times. neither one of them are the least bit religious, but their praents were at one time. I don’t know if they even remember they were appointed my god parents.

They have had no impact on my faith, and if my parents died and one fo them actually raised me I might not have any faith today…then agian, maybe it is unwise to say that, since faith is a consequence of teh grace of God. I’d like to think somehow I’d have found my way into the active Catholic fold, regardless.

 

[Shoshana]

How could I not remember my godparents…it would be impossible! My grandparents are the ones that have touched me in such a deep way without even expressing ourselves too much in religion. My pepere died when I was pregant with my first child (about 27 years ago) and memere died about 6 years ago and it was hard…she was so much like a mother to me. She was 92 and the epitome of holiness to me. smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/7/7_1_102v.gif I would sit in her kitchen ( I was up to 10 years old) every Saturday morning and just watch her work…I don’t remember talking so much. My mother would give me heck because she was a busy woman (she had 9 children, etc etc)

I have never heard her say a bad word about anybody. This, to this day, still astounds me. I am asking for her help in doing the same thing. When I was confirmed, she had made me a grotto of Bernadette with the Virgin Mary. She wrapped the box with foil and put some plastic flowers in. This was the most cherished present I think I ever received. (about 1963). She was my hero…

When she passed away, I bought a ceramic cherub with a rose attached to it…and a picture of my grandson (her fifth generation) so she could watch over him for ever and ever…

I know she is in heaven because a couple of days after the funeral, I dreamt of her and she looked like herself but about the size of a 3 year old. She had wispy hair and she was surrounded with intense light around her and through her…and this light surrounded myself as well. We did not talk or touch even…but I fell back asleep in a deep, deep peace…

I thank God for her…and I miss her…thank you Lord… smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/17/17_1_28.gif

Blessings,
Shoshana

 

[Kay_Cee]

I remember my godparents, an aunt and uncle, quite well and still keep in contact.

At my wedding reception, my godmother informed me it happened to be her birthday. I immediately started apologizing–I thought I’d ruined her day. But she said that having her goddaughter marry a Catholic man in a Catholic wedding Mass was the best birthday present she’d ever had.

Several years later my teenage daughter needed major surgery at a hospital far from home. My godparents opened their home for us as a place to stay. Their generosity made a difficult time more bearable.

 

[ncjohn]

I know my uncle was my confirmation sponsor, but I have no idea who my Godparents were.

 

[iamrefreshed]

work(name removed by moderator)rogress8:

I was just wondering what the effect of your Godparents have been on your life. Do you even remember who your Godparents are? The reason I’m asking is because several family members got in a discussion on how they don’t remember who their Godparents were.

Thanks.

I know my Godfather. I’ve have not seen or heard from my Godmother in my life (unless I was a baby). I can’t even remember her name. I’ll have to ask my mother next time we talk.

My Godparents were not at my Baptism. I guess it was done by proxy? I was born and Baptised in Hawaii. My Godparents were in New York.

I’m trying to be a better Godparent myself. I have THREE Godsons.

 

[RockAndHoops]

Yes, I remember, but I don’t think they are practicing Catholics anymore. They haven’t really effected my life either. But now I am a godparent to one of my nieces, so I hope to reverse that trend!

 

[OutinChgoburbs]

Yes, because there was a huge battle for years as to whether or not we would be baptized, and in which denomination. It finally happened for two of my sisters, my first little brother and me on the same night my parents had their marriage convalidated. Their witnesses and our godparents were my mother’s parents. I was five years old and about to enter Catholic kindergarten.

So of course they had an effect on me!!!

I was sure my sisters and I were the only children who were not tiny infants when we were baptized. Lo and behold, the man I married was also baptized around the age of five!

 

[A2SciTeach]

It was through my Godfather (my Dad’s brother) that I was brought back to the Church after many years. He was a faithful Catholic who raised very faithful children. His funeral was at Holy Redeemer Church in Detroit. I walked in the Church a non believer, someone who thought that God and Jesus did not exist. I exited the Church after the funeral Mass with the profound knowledge that the Catholic Church and Jesus Christ are the Truth and the Light, as revealed to me by the Holy Spirit during the Eucharistic prayer. I have not missed a Sunday or Holy Day of Obligation since that beautiful day, and I have not missed a single day of praying and giving thanks to God for the gift of my Godfather’s life and faithful example to me and to his entire family.