Naming- Mirryn

Kip Marina was a little grey and damp last Saturday but the Chartroom looked lovely: lots of pink and white balloons, a beautiful cake and, most importantly, a well-stocked candy cart.

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Mirryn waited until her ceremony started and promptly fell asleep! My run of non-criers continues unbroken…..

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Mum and Dad were keen to include both their children but to keep the focus on Mirryn and there was no doubt that she was was centre of attention. Brodie was delighted there was a party, a bit over-keen on the cake and, for one day only, he was my boss, making sure that I was doing my job to his satisfaction. So, when he fancied raiding the candy cart mid-ceremony, who was I to object to a short sweetie break?

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The ceremony itself was a light mix of a few words about Mirryn’s little life so far and how important she is to her family, some beautiful and touching promises (from her mum and dad, guide parents and everyone else in the room!), her parent’s hopes and dreams for Mirryn’s future. We also heard a spirited reading from Grampa Mo and braved the cold for a very successful balloon release.  Mirryn’s Guide Parent, her Auntie Emma, read ‘Oh, The Places You’ll Go’ by Dr Seuss and, right on cue, Brodie let go of the first balloon, a signal to all his little (and big) pals to release theirs too, sending them rushing into the sky with all the dreams and wishes they have for wee Mirryn.

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Every guest was invited to write some words of wisdom in Mirryn’s guest book and also to pop their thumb print on a print for her nursery. All the small people left with a pretty bag of sweets and some seeds to sow in their gardens in the warmer weather.

It was the usual slight chaos that I have come to expect (and love) about Naming Ceremonies but, to be honest, they would be rubbish (and very dull) if children were hushed or banished. It’s much better to accept the mayhem and to celebrate the inevitable madness when a dozen small people hoover up fizzy juice and haribo and then spy a shiny wooden dance floor to slide on!

I really fell for Mirryn and her big brother, Brodie. How can you not be smitten with a teeny baby with mad, black hair who falls asleep in your arms, or fall for the charms of a bold boy with a sweet tooth and a cheeky grin?

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I left with a high five from Brodie, a substantial bag of sweeties from the candy cart and a big smile on my face when I saw this boat as I was leaving. Result!

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