About a month ago, we had a surprise visit of some mothers and students from one of the town schools. Ana met them at the gate and after some conversation, called me to come over. It turns out we had been invited to be the Comadres, or God Mothers, for the graduating class. Me thinking: “ok…..what does that mean?”. Ana was unsure also. We accepted of course. Hilarious.
We asked her sister and the role was a little clearer….something about getting a little remembrance item for each student with the name of the school or their name printed on it. OK. Pens were tossed out as an idea. OK.
Few days later we traveled to a local towns to hunt for a shop that knows more…..found one and ordered some little items. I liked the little shot glasses for the boys because I assumed it was for High School students. Turns out it was for middle school. Oops. In the meantime, we are still kind of clueless on our role.
Well, here in Mexico it’s traditional to ask people to be Compadres, or Godparents, for just about any occasion involving young people. Sometimes, they have a life long connection to that person that is sponsored and it’s an honor to be asked and to accept.
I am not Catholic but the first event was held in the church . Imagine my surprise when Ana and I were seated up front in our own pew, right in front of the priest. Didn’t understand a thing but lots of standing, sitting, singing and eating wafers dipped in wine. Not me though. Probably would burst into flames.
So now I am getting curious…..what is this thing again? And what is the significance? Now I find out we are supposed to give a speech at their graduation. Eek. I wrote mine in English.