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The old church of St. Augustine. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I am a god mother now to my high school friend’s youngest son. She’s 46 yrs old. I don’t know how she can manage but I guess she still has the stamina. Me at 46 yrs old >>>>> nope, I’m so done with this baby thing. 😬

Other parents with their babies for the christening. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Lighting the way for my god son. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

A couple of high school friends and classmates were there and it was nice catching up with them.


I finally replied to that email. It took me a week so I can be detached and unemotional. I sent to two of my bffs the draft before I sent it to the email sender. My bffs said it was a good response. “This response shows grace,” one of them said.

So that chapter is closed and the ball is in her court. It’s up to her if she will still respond or communicate with me in the future. Either way, I’m ok with it. I mean I have no ill feelings towards her and I also cannot control how she perceives things or me — that is her truth, even though mine is different. I can only control how I react to her and the situation, but  as my bff said, I decided to show grace.

For me, that is the mature thing to do.

I also do not want to give too much weight to this. Life is too short to be griping about things I cannot control.