The Joy of Being a Godmother

By: Chaunte McClure

For a woman who doesn’t hold the Mommy title, I’ve been doing a lot talk about babies. Though I haven’t given birth to any, I love those cute, cuddly blessings that God has given to others.

He’s blessed me with godchildren whom I love dearly. They’re no longer babies, but they’re still cute, and sometimes they can be cuddly. Parents, I’m sure you understand that when they become tweens, they’re not interested in all that mushy stuff.

My husband and I have the privilege of being the godparents of three awesome kids. Of course I’m biased, but hey, they are ours. While we were engaged, my friend Traci asked us to be her twins’ (a boy and a girl) godparents. Matter of fact, I remember holding them in my arms at our wedding reception. We even had them at church on the day our pastor announced that we were getting married. (Of course he had to make it clear that the babies we were holding were not ours.) Now they can (almost) hold me in their arms.

My goddaughter

My goddson









The years have gone by so quickly and we’ve gone from changing diapers and listening to the girl exercise her lungs with loud, continuous crying when Mom and Dad would leave them with us to have some Mom and Dad time together, to attending school programs and sports events. Sigh … how quickly they grew up, but they’re still my babies.

Our youngest goddaughter stole my heart the moment I held her. That was love at first sight! I even think my husband was jealous of the bond I have with her. (He’ll never admit it, though.) I think that grip on my heart had something to do with me being in the delivery room when she arrived, holding her tightly-wrapped body and looking into those beautiful eyes as they adjusted to being outside of the womb. Fast forward four years and it melts my heart to hear her say “Mommy” when she’s not even addressing me. I’m “TaTa” to her, by the way. When she was learning how to talk, she couldn’t quite say Chaunté, so TaTa is the result. Works for me!

My goddaughter

Though life often times gets in the way and I don’t always get to do the things I want to with them or for them, this is my vow to each of them:

Being a godmother

I love being a godmother and I love these kids more than they’ll ever know! I love your kids, too.

In my next post, I’ll introduce you to the friend that I mentioned in my last post, You Have the Right to Remain Silent.

3 thoughts on “The Joy of Being a Godmother

  1. That was beautiful Chaunte. The three of them are so blessed to have such awesome (in my Caylen’s voice) godparents. The twins love you guys a lot. CJ and I couldn’t have asked for anything more.

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