Ninong by consent
I’m a ninong. And yeah, for the first time by consent. I know some of us have become godparents by force when we were younger and that’s so WTF man.
Here are some pictures we took during the post baptism celebration of Isabelle Cabrieto, daughter to Jackie, a good friend from college.
This is proud mama Jackie with Isabelle who slept through the entire thing even when the priest was pouring water on her forehead. Funny, I wasn’t expecting to be a godfather. She asked me when I visited her one evening to bring her food. And this is special for me because Belle is my first godchild.
Ninong Jayvee and Ninang Kate teach Belle one of the few important social etiquettes; “Rock on beeyatch!” As you can see, Belle can already make colorful gestures with her fingers.
The Poem of the Ninang
Haynaku when you grow up we’ll go shopping!
Haynaku I have na prom date for you!
Haynaku I’ll bring you to parlor when you get big na!
Haynaku i-spospoil na kita!
On a more serious note, I really don’t understand the reason behind parents making their young children ninong or ninang by force when in fact at such a young age, they have no idea how grave the responsibility is to become a godparent. Pinoys are mostly at fault given the cultural bonds of family. But really, as a Christian, the duty of being a godparent is a willful act, where the parents of the child carefully consider a close friend or relative to help them raise their child to be come a morally upright individual. Now how can a 12 year old ninong comprehend that?
On a more disappointing note, the Kodak V610 I recently won in a photo contest decided to die on me during the baptism — even while the batteries were charged. I never dropped it. I never put it in my pocket so it couldn’t have gotten squished. It was turned on and then it just .. died. What’s weird too is that the camera charges when plugged, but won’t even turn on. The folks from Kodak are of course going to replace it but nothing is more sad than losing the ability to take photos in your first god daughter’s baptism. Thank god I had a 2MP Sony Ericsson W900i stashed in my pocket.
Ironically, I just lost a Kodak moment.
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