It’s a matter of days I’m going to become a rockin’ auntie: my brother Jorge and his girlfriend Verónica are about to have their first child, Eric (yesss! A boy!). Should be by the end of the month, but you know how unpredictable these things are, from now it can be any time.
My bro is 28, for me it’s unbelievable he’s changing his status so radically, because I’ve always seen him as my young bro, always a kid and a natural born problem child (no offense, Jorge! 😀 ). Nevertheless I’m already becoming truly aware of it, and it’s going to be another source of laughs, for sure.
I don’t feel very proud of my reaction when I received the news. I think my excuse is valid enough, I was swimming in a sea of crap those days, right in the middle of the lowest moment in my life, so I didn’t pay much attention and was unable to be happy for them. I’m really sorry about that, sometimes you cannot control your emotions and when you’re deep in shit, there’s nothing else. Period!
Fortunately, although we, Jorge and Toi, are veeery different, at the end of the day we get on well, so this weird situation didn’t last too long, and I recovered the illusion for their status. I reckon they felt uneasy with my reaction they couldn’t understand, it was the happiest moment in their lives and I was as if I didn’t care…But as long as Verónica’s belly has been growing up, I’ve been turning super enthusiastic about having a new member in the family.
Best news I’ve received last weekend is that I’m officially the Godmother, yeah!! Last time I talked to my bro he started a speech about the responsibilities of being godfather towards a kid, that you should be supportive with the kid, and in case of family disgrace, how you’d substitute the parents, assuming the education and care of the kid. He’s actually right, this role has lost the proper meaning, nowadays being more a stupid compromise rather than actually deciding something that at a certain point could be really important. Anyway, coming from Jorge was a bit weird and I forgot about the issue…until Friday.
We were having a beer and all of a sudden, he said something like “you as the Godmother should do this”. My face was the most WTF? You can imagine. Once clarified and confirmed I was really happy, he just put one condition: for the Christening I shouldn’t wear jeans nor any skull t-shirt. That’s easy! I also placed my own condition; Eric will have Guns n’ Roses’ Appetite for Destruction as my present. If I’m gonna be his Godmother I’ll start his musical education immediately, among other obligations, of course.
I’m not so sure I’ll ever be a mum, still think I’d be a good one, no matter I don’t have this mother need at all, nor a partner. What I know for sure is the name in case I decided to have a baby: Axl. No further clarification should be required, right?
Anyway, there was the Godfather, Don Vitto Corleone, the Godfather of Soul, James Brown…from now onwards there’s the Godmother of Rock, and hey! That’s me!