My Godparents were an aunt and an uncle, not married to each other. The uncle was my father’s bother and the aunt was, you guessed it, my mother’s sister. I really didn’t have much to do with them, nor they with me.
On the other hand, my Godchildren, are a different story. I have 7.
Two are Goddaughters that I have know what seems like forever and I am very involved in their lives.
Two Godchildren are neighbors, and I see them, and talk whenever we can. They are both college students/working, so their time is limited, but they both know that I am here. We sometimes have “coffee” to check in with each other.
And three of my Godchildren are siblings. On the day they were baptized, I didn’t know them at all. They didn’t have a Godparent. And their mom and I believe that God brought us together. Last year they moved about 250 miles away. In May, my husband and I drove to their parish to attend the youngest child’s first communion. And then we had dinner with them. I love this family and I feel enriched to know them. I pray for them and I know that they pray for me.
So, by having someone that they didn’t really know, they were able to expand their family circle. And I was as well.