I preached at a quinceñera Friday night, a 15th birthday party that is a Mexican tradition, and it was quite the affair. Brand new dresses on all the young ladies accompanying the birthday girl, 9 young guys in suits escorting them, the church decorated elegantly, and a stretch hummer waiting outside to take the quinceañera to an even more elaborate reception. But my daughter, Rachel, was not happy.
Rachel looked up at me at the reception, and asked, “Daddy, where are the moon jump and the piñata? And where’s my goody bag?”
Just the week before, we had her 3rd birthday party at the house, and over 50 friends and family came to enjoy the sandwiches, chips, lemonade, and the HUGE castle moon jump that filled our backyard. Rachel was in heaven the whole evening, which culminated with the requisite pounding of the Dora piñata that her Grandpa had hung over a tree.
Now, in the middle of a beautiful and regal reception, I looked down into the eyes of my little girl. “No, honey,” I said, “This is a party for a big girl, so there is no moon jump and no piñata.” Rachel answered back, her voice filled with disappointment, “I don’t want to be a big girl, then, Daddy.”
And you know what? I don’t want her to either.
Here are some clips of Rachel’s party
Here are some slides from Rachel’s party
Here are some clips from Karina’s Quinceañera