This is what I promised my husband that Noah could wear for his baby dedication:
And this is what my husband CHOSE for my son to wear for baby dedication:
I’d like to give him the opportunity to explain himself.
So I like to think that I’m a fairly easygoing, reasonable guy. I don’t picture myself as an overbearing tyrant that enforces my will on everyone around me. On the flip side, like anyone, I have likes and dislikes, and when it comes to my son’s clothes, I’m full of opinions.
Ali can wear anything, as long as it’s modest. Any style is fine – pretty, tomboy, modern, whatever. Girls can get away with anything from Easter dresses to overalls.
However. Boys, for me at least, are a different story. I don’t want the fancy, frilly stuff. None of it. Not smocking, not john-johns, not seersucker, nothing Strasburg or boy-boutique.
(And I only know all of those terms from my wife teasing me with those options.)
What is okay, you ask? Anything boyish – from preppy to biker, rocker to farmer, sports to cowboy.
My favorite look for Noah? Overalls and no shirt. The tank-top rock ‘n roll onesie is also a great look.
In years past, before Noah was even an eye-gleam, Rachel had allowed me to declare that under no circumstances would any son of mine ever get dedicated in a Christening Gown.
My boys do not wear dresses.
Enter the godparents.
Gary and Janey are good friends, wonderful parents, honorable mentors, and just downright awesome people.
So baby dedication is about a month away, and Janey mentions that she has an aforementioned forbidden garment that her godmother had made for her when she was a baby. Janey had also used this item lovingly with her own children (1 boy and 1 girl).
Would we be interested?
Rachel laughed, and sent her to ask me – just for the fun of hearing my reaction.
I flatly refused.
But, alas, my inner guilt began to gnaw at me. Janey was such a wonderful godmother, and how often would she ask me for anything?
How could I be so selfish to refuse her?
And so, without consulting my wife, I manned up, went to her, and proposed that we refer to the frilly special occasion attire as an ephod, which was a linen garment worn by King David.
Who is more manly than King David?
And with this grammatical condition, I would love to let her godson be dedicated in her family heirloom.
I returned to my wife to present my humble, loving, selfless decision, and Rachel’s heartless response was, “What?!? Don’t you think you should check with your wife before making those kind of decisions?!”
“No, I figured you had no objection since you never mentioned one.“
“That’s because I never thought there was any chance you would agree to it – there was no need for me to object!”
“Oh. We’re way past smock now, aren’t we?”
But with my husbandly spiritual guidance, Rachel also agreed to the opportunity to honor Noah’s Godparents with his presentation in an ephod.
Rachel here again.
So I got the ephodic garment out Saturday night to make sure that it would fit.
Noah was shocked, confused, felt forsaken by his Father, and looked pretty dang beautiful.
But, he opted to trust his Father’s better judgment, despite the effect of the ephod in highlighting his more lovely features.
He even held it together during his dedication prayer, not puking on the Pastor or even voicing his opinion into his microphone,
(Behaving better, in fact, than his overly bored big sister.)
But after all of that frillery, he was quite obliging in getting back to drooling all over his original dedicatory outfit.
To be able to change my husband’s mind about the use of a Christening Gown?
The magical powers of the Fairy Godmother are a force to be reckoned with.
Disclaimer: Noah’s Godmother is also a delightfully fun-loving and easygoing lady who was well aware that one of the repercussions of ephod wearing would be a blog written about such matters. No Godmothers were hurt in the creation of this post.