The importance of being a 'godmother'

The supporters of the Tradition, not like that at all, and of maintaining customs for the sake of it, are not aware that worthwhile traditions find a way to survive by a kind of natural selection, while expendable ones become obsolete without no one misses them much, although sometimes it doesn't happen as fast as it should.

Oliver Thansan
Oliver Thansan
10 April 2023 Monday 03:43
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The importance of being a 'godmother'

The supporters of the Tradition, not like that at all, and of maintaining customs for the sake of it, are not aware that worthwhile traditions find a way to survive by a kind of natural selection, while expendable ones become obsolete without no one misses them much, although sometimes it doesn't happen as fast as it should. For this reason, goats are no longer thrown from bell towers –there are still some festivities that involve animal torture and the sooner they are extinguished, the better– or almost no one now observes an imposed mourning like the one that subjected so many women for centuries, forced to wither in black, they wanted to or not Instead, well-designed traditions accommodate everything. They are like those plants that grow anywhere.

As a furiously atheist and at times anticlerical person, a staunch supporter of secularism in public, I never doubted that my children, if they arrived, would have godparents, without any baptism. Because godfather and godmother are fantastic words to designate an adult you choose to have a special place in your child's life and, if you live in Catalonia, so that this Easter Monday they can show their love in grams of chocolate.

In many schools they give each P3 child a sponsor for higher courses. It works very well: the little ones gain security, the older ones feel responsible, and strong bonds emerge from a random distribution.

I too am lucky to have been the sponsor of an exceptional person for 15 years and I have always tried to take my position with the corresponding seriousness. For a couple of Easter weeks, my godson prefers shirts and pants instead of the balls, stadiums, messis and chocolate blaugrana shirts that his godfather and I were looking for in pastry shops for years, innovating without straying from the soccer theme, which is what you like. Although he saddens me and confuses me that my fillol is no longer a cuddly cherub, it's good that he is now able to ask me for his gift by watsap with a link to Zalando. In the end, she has his shirt, and also some chocolate, because good traditions are the ones that are regenerated.