Weekly Photo Challenge: A Boding Birthday

The plastic blanketing the pinata flapped ominously in the wind. It was a sodden day of rain on Ometepe Island. Fifty empty plastic chairs circled the pinata predicting a brewing storm over the volcano.
IMG_3290A sickly light, like yellowed old toenails, slanted over the steep sides of the volcano, sprinkling the birthday cake with bad omens, foreshadowing the celebration day of Hyron’s second year of life.
IMG_3301The children comforted forlorn Hyron, optimistically promising him that the storm would pass quickly.
IMG_3304 Giant bottle rockets soared over the dark clouds, signaling the little ones to ready themselves for the dance of the pinata.
IMG_3311In hindsight, we should have realized that not even a threatening storm foretells the ruin of a pinata party in Nicaragua.  Quite the opposite, it forecasts a grand celebration in the life of a brand new two-year old.
IMG_3332The synonyms for foreshadow are italicized in my Boding Birthday Weekly Photo Challenge: Foreshadow. Take a peek, but I’m warning you..you’ll be in for a pleasant surprise. Many talented photographers await in the wind.


A Piñata Kinda Day

Sayid turned one year old in October. In honor of his first birthday, we were invited to a modest celebration, which included his initiation into the world of piñatas. His mother made a small orange carrot piñata. But, when she showed it to him the morning of his first birthday, he burst into tears and wailed like a pig going to slaughter.

I can understand his fear because according to the Catholic interpretation of the piñata, it symbolizes man’s struggle against temptation. The traditional piñata has seven points, which represent the seven deadly sins. To me, it resembles Sputnik, whirling around in space forever reminding us of our greed, sloth, pride, envy, gluttony, lust, and anger. No wonder the Nicaraguans named the famous land grab of the Sandinistas  “La Piñata”. After losing the 1990 election, the Sandinistas frantically confiscated property and government funds sharing their bounty among themselves.

With preparations for the fiesta underway, balloons “chimbombas” inflated like the rising cost of frioles, cooks flipped tortillas like IHOP professionals, and a political rally down the street seduced party goers with ear-piercing music and fireworks minus the sparkling fire. But, they soon returned when they discovered there was no piñata. For the piñata is the life of the party… the soul hidden among clusters of candy… seducing and reminding good Catholics everywhere to heed temptations that could lead to a life of misery.

Adults with sharp machetes whittled sticks of various sizes for the fiesta clad participants. When it was time to begin the celebration, Sayid swung his miniature stick at the swaying piñata with glee and determination. Older children, blindfolded to represent their faith, wiggled their hips to the ear thumping music, while adults tuned them in circles several times to represent the disorientation that temptation creates.

Whacking the piñata over and over, symbolically portrays the struggle against temptations and evils. When the piñata finally broke, the forlorn look on the children’s faces said it all. Where was the prize, the treats that represented keeping the faith? Ron and Francisco frantically searched through the shredded piñata and discovered the candy tightly wrapped in the head of the carrot. A few more strong whacks, and the candy showered the faithful children. The day was saved!

Some say that the piñata has lost its religious significance, but I don’t agree considering how many birthday parties I’ve attended in Nicaragua. Birthday parties ooze religious significance. After the broken piñata, the mountains of food, and the exceptionally long birthday song over Sayid’s first chocolate chip cake, I asked Francisco why the gifts were not opened in front of the guests. He said without a thought,  “It is a sin.” “I don’t understand why it is a sin,” I questioned. His response was, “We believe in the act of giving regardless of how small the gift. We would never embarrass anyone who offers something small, for all gifts, regardless of size, are gifts from God.” Now, that’s what I call a piñata kinda day!