Thursday, June 4, 2015
Do You Hate Piñatas too?
You are blindfolded.
You swipe and hit nothing.
You figure out where the Piñata is, and give a mighty swing. The trouble is the game is rigged. Just when you swing, some sadistic person pulls the rope holding the Piñata. It jerks up out of your reach, and you hit air—again.
Finally some smart or macho or small child they feel sorry for is allowed to hit the Piñata.
It breaks—they are so tough they take quite a beating--there is a mad scramble for the candy. The aggressive kids grab the most, the timid ones get a measly amount. Sharks and guppies--again.
Wow. Isn’t this fun?
Is this to teach kids about life?
And what might those lessons be?
When my kids were young, and being in San Diego where Piñatas were abundant, we would often get one for a birthday. Usually I chose a cute animal, and my first born child wouldn’t let us break it. Instead, we performed a cesarean section. We would open a small hole in the belly, the candy would pour forth, the kids got the candy, and Viola' the Piñata lived to see another day.
It lived out its life as a bedroom decoration.
Well, see, there is a solution.
We can make our own rules.
Isn’t it about time?!
P.S. Okay okay, I love Piñatas, I just don't like hitting/breaking them. Look at that cute donkey face.