"It takes a great deal of character strength to apologize quickly out of
one’s heart rather than out of pity. A person must possess himself and
have a deep sense of security in fundamental principles and values in
order to genuinely apologize." – Steven Covey
I called her my god daughter!
I don’t even believe in God.
While I am someones "god mother", I find it stupid and ridiculous. I am her special person, kind of like an aunt. Her mother was one of my best friends for years. Abby, my real "god daughter" (yes, I did that silly stand up in the Catholic church business with her parents all those years ago) is now a cool 15 yo girl that converses with me on facebook. God has nothing to do with it. She is a cool kid that uses me as a place to run to when teenage life and her Rents get to be too much for her to bear. She is my god daughter.
But today, when asked about my daughters picture on my desk at work, I stuttered, stumbled and called her my god daughter.
Frick. I hate this.
I normally don’t do this. I always say my daughter. But I was surrounded by two VPs, one smelly Indian developer, and a Rain Man like Lead Architect (think idiot savant), I crumbled. When my boss pointed to my daughters picture, I had 8 eyeballs and 8 ears all waiting for the answer and I could not get into it. Not then. Not that crowd. Not yet. Past experience tells me the conversation would go like this (it always does):
"Oh, thats my daughter!"
"Your DAUGHTER? I thought you only had two sons! And goodness, you don’t look OLD enough to have a daughter that old"
"Well, she is my daughter. Isn’t she gorgeous?"
"But wait, where is she? You are only caring for your sons? How old is she?"
"She is going to be 22 and she is in college"
(looks up and does math).
"Wow, so you were what like 17 when you had her? Where is she?"
"I lost her to adoption."
"Lost? What do you mean lost? What did you do? Did you beat her? Was she taken from you for neglect"
I am sorry, M, I have never denied you. Today I did.