It is what some people will call a loner Friday evening.
Not to me.
To me, it is one of those rare Friday evenings.
After an unrelenting week with work and family, I have the house to myself.
The 3 boys are out.
The silence is almost deafening.
So, to break the unusual silence, I decide to play some old classics.
And, catchup on my unending todo list.
Y’all have a great Easter weekend.
I am very transactional with the boys.
Finish your homework.
Practice your music.
Get something special from the snack drawer.
Keep your desk clean.
Get a sip out of my nice smelling coffee.
Show tenacity through the week.
Get out to dinner at a place of your choice.
Do chores around the house.
Get a hug from me.
Give and take.
You do. I do.
Yep. I admit it.
Although I love them with all my heart, I try to be very transactional with the boys.
Rainbow, on the other hand, showers them with unconditional love.
No give and take.
Just. Unconditional. Love.
How can I feel jealous when the boys return (notice the pun on transaction?!) that unconditional love to Rainbow?
So, I observe. As always, I observe from the sidelines.
And, marvel at how life and love plays out.
A few days ago, in Austin, the wild winds started howling.
Then, thundering and lightning continued.
Then, it started pouring.
The boys were wondering why Rainbow always seeks out a spot under my desk when it thunders.
They are surprised that she doesn’t go to them when she is seeking a safe haven during the thundering.
I am surprised too.
The boys are the ones that play with her, cuddle with her and give her a belly rub.
I do the bare minimum – nag them to give her water, food, treats.
Why does she seek safe haven under my desk?
Perhaps, she thinks that the thunder outside can be combated only by a loud voice like me.
I have a theory..it is called Ambal’s Genetic Theory for Food Preference.
Fear not. I won’t use fancy words like alleles, zygote, epigenesis, gemmules in my theory.
I will use simple words to make it easy for you to understand and appreciate the theory. The theory goes like this.
Ambal’s Genetic Theory for Food Preference – The mom’s food preference genes is passed on to the second child.
That is it.
Don’t pull a smart aleck on me and ask “How do you know?”
I have proof. Ari loves the stuff that I love; drumstick sambar, gobi manchurian, tapioca pudding, coffe, chai etc.
What is your theory on food and/or food preference?
Two minds is what I need,
I asked of God indeed,
One to pine, wallow and wither,
The other to forget and live on.
If days and nights are an either or,
If joy and sorrow are two,
If togetherness and separation are not one,
One mind cannot be sufficient.
Transliteration in English of Poet’s Kannadasan famous song:
Irandu Manam Vendum
Ninaithu Vaada Ondru
Marandhu Vaazha Ondru
Iravum pagalum irandanaal ,
Inbam thunbam irandaanaal ,
Uravum pirivum irandaanaal,
Ullam ondru podhathe.