I practically do nothing for Rainbow…except remember to give her food and water.
I don’t play with her.
I don’t rub her belly.
I don’t take her for a walk.
I don’t put her on my lap and spoil her silly like the boys do.
I don’t do anything of that.
I think she missed me quite a bit when I was gone for most of this week.
Perhaps, that is why she has been camping out under my chair ever since I returned home.
It is kind of sad that she can’t speak and use words to tell me how she feels.
I can only wonder what goes on under those beautiful brown eyes.
There is something about each culture…the big and little things. Even if you immersed yourself in it for your entire lifetime, it might take you another lifetime to learn it.
Let me describe the “returned with more love” tradition that is part of the Indian culture.
When I was a child, Mommy’s neighbors were always there for each other..for all the big and little things.
For example, let us assume Mommy ran out of filter coffee powder when a guest arrived. She would loan a cup of it from one of her neighbors. When she returned it back, it was not just the one cup of filter coffee powder. She added something more…maybe some jasmine flowers, some dessert or veggie item that she had made just then. Same with our neighbors. When they returned something to her, it was always something more. The reason I knew this…..was because I was the shuttle person back and forth…the neighborhood dabawala.
One of my lovely neighbors Thendral was sick last weekend. So, last Sunday, I made some extra sambar, extra rasam, extra veggies and sent Kumar to drop it off with her. She is a very good cook. I poured my heart into the cooking to ensure that her family had a pleasant lunch experience.
Today afternoon Thendral called me to say that she made some of my favorite payir payasam (it is a form of pudding) and was going to have her husband Viba drop it off.
I have the feeling that the making of the payir payasam was not an accident….it was made on intent….to stick with the age old tradition of “returned with more love”.
I hope you are keeping your social bank’s credit maxed out, debit at an all time minimum and always “returning everything with more love”.
No mention of mom.
No mention of dad.
No mention of big brother.
You know who rules Ari’s heart.
It’s grandpa all the way.
We all have a responsibility to volunteer somewhere and I’m lucky that I get the education and get taken to places to see what’s out there and see what’s happening and to then be a part of it in hopefully an impactful way.
My love affair with math will never ever end.
I volunteered at Adi’s math club yesterday to share my love of math with middle school students.
In a parallel universe, I am a math professor.
To support the boys school, I have taken on many avatars.
Here is one of them. Crossing guard.
Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened. – Anatole France
My childhood immunizations and doctor check ups.
Adi and Ari’s childhood immunizations and doctor check ups.
Daddy has seen it all.
Now, it is Rainbow’s turn to be the lucky one to receive his love and care during immunizations and vet check ups.
He asked me “For the last 2 decades, you have been obsessed with maintaining a lean and clean house. How are you tolerating the non-stop shedding that Rainbow does? I can’t believe how much you have changed!”
I responded “The boys adore Rainbow. I adore the boys. And Appa, don’t you already know love makes you do crazy things. Including tolerating dog hair?!”