Nicola Harrington - guest blogger living in France with 7 holiday rental gites

Nicola Harrington

François, a close friend whom we met when we first moved to France, has just called.

Would I be godmother to their son? Shock doesn’t really describe the emotion I was feeling. Me, becoming godparent to a French child? Am I the most suitable choice for the job?

François and Fabienne are one of the most sociable couples I know. Every weekend is spent with friends, taking aperitifs here, having lunch there… always on the go. They have a whole host of friends, so why me?

OK, yes, of course, I was flattered. Once I got over that emotion, the practicalities began to raise themselves, both short-term and long-term. I have never been inside a catholic church, let alone been to a baptême (christening). What goes on? And, what would François and Fabienne expect from a godmother?

So why, with all these questions filling my head, did I immediately say “Yes, of course.’

‘Super, François replied, ‘We are meeting the priest tonight, he needs to confirm a few things and we need to book the church. Where were you christened ?’

‘I wasn’t.’

‘You weren’t, ah, that could be a problem. On verra. I’ll call you when we have set the date. A bientôt’.

I did wonder if becoming godparent to a French child could be an issue for me so now I just have to wait to hear back from François before I find out. I am secretly anxious as this is an honour but also hoping the answer is no as I am not sure what will be expected of me if the priest agrees…

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