What is this?

This is a very long, open and public letter to Baby Bean McGyver, the little boy curently residing in my belly, to be evicted in December, likely during Christmas dinner.

I promise to back everything up in print to read to him during the sleepless nights. Oh, and in case you are wondering, the title did come from a horribly catchy Gwen Stefani song that is always stuck in my jukebox brain.

I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing. Thanks for stopping by!

Saturday, 30 November 2013

Oh My Godparents!

Hey baby!

The day before yesterday I happily found out that two wonderful friends of mine are pregnant. They both are very special ladies, very dear to me, with surprising similarities even though they never met and likely never will. They are both gorgeous, caring, kind, smart, funny and to top it all off, they both have a very strong set of beliefs that sets them apart from the ordinary folks. They are women of un-shakable Faith.

You see baby, when you grow up a tad, you'll find that life is a complicated mess and sometimes it feels overwhelming and horrible and dark. It's not, I promise you. That's where we come in. Hang in there, I have a point.

In a while after you're born, you are going to be baptized. We are going to take you to a special place called a Church where a funny looking man in a dress will pour some water over your head, you'll cry, we'll take pictures and that's it. The people who will be there through this process will be my big brother, your Uncle Du and my best friend Mari. Themselves and their amazing partners Auntie Bru and Márcio will be very important people in your life forever. They will be your Jedi masters, your spiritual guides, your safety net.

The reason we do this, chosing these people and having a ceremony, is to give you a very important gift.
We want to give you Faith. I cannot stress this enough: we are giving you Faith. Not a religion. The two are as different as apples and chairs and lots of people get into trouble when they are mixed up.

I am a Catholic, Daddy's too (in some way, shape or form), so we are giving you our Faith the only way we know how, by baptizing you. Doesn't mean it forces you to be Catholic too. As far as religion goes, you are free to pick your own or none, and that's completely ok. Nobody has the right to pick it or force any on you. If they do, there'll be some serious ass-whooping involved. We don't care who you pray to. We don't care if you believe in the details and stories of one or many ancient books or if you worship a Giant White Potato (ok, that might generate some discussion...).

We want to know that when things are hard, you will believe that it will get better, and that you have all these wonderful people to help you through. That's all, that's Faith: believing in love. We want you to feel loved and supported, no matter what you decide to do or whatever pickle you find yourself in. It does get better.

As a loving and caring family, we want you to always have Faith. Faith is a little light that lives inside of you, even when life sucks the light of everything around you. It should never go out. It's this little light that will shine just enough to always give you Hope.

Because no organized religion in the world can give you the reassurance of having Faith and Hope. So these people we chose, plus everybody else in this blessed family, are now in charge of giving you Faith.

Not a random or easy task, and one we thought long about. It's a burden and a joy to give you Faith and we, as parents, can only hope your light never goes out.

What I'm doing: sending happy and healthy vibes to my friends, may their pregnancies be easy and joyful!

P.S. I got a haircut yesterday, so we're all set.

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