A Tea tale
On Tuesday this week, Dhruv and his friends Ar and Iss, after returning from school in the afternoon, were playing in the newly renovated park in our apartment. While both Ar and Iss, who are an year older than him, climbed up the climbing frame Dhruv was cheering them from down below.
Ar, still at the top, called out to Dhruv – “Dhruv, get me a cup of chai (tea).”
To my wonder, Dhruv said OK and went to the side of the park pretending to make tea, then returned to the climbing frame and called out to Ar – “Hey Ar here is your chai.”
I couldn’t believe what I had just seen. Dhruv so ease at making the tea part, what if it was just pretend play. A part of my heart, auricle ventricle whatever it was, felt lighted up at the thought of my little success of keeping stereotype away from my parenting and household and for all those cake baking sessions where he keenly does the mixing part, thinks he is an expert at making cakes by mastering the mixing and without mincing his words tells me “Mumma, I will teach you how to make a cake.”
Before your mouth starts drooling at the mention of cakes, let me tell you we, the mother-son duo, make crappy cakes. You might just recall that I dislike cooking and baking is included in it. For us, it is about the process rather than the output.
So coming back to that day. At home, I appreciated him for making and serving Ar with chai (I love the sound of ‘chai’ more than that of ‘tea’) and asked him if he would like to make chai for his mumma too. Happily agreeing, he followed his process, went to the other side of room to prepare tea over his toy box and then came back with his pretend cup filled with tea. I said “Bravo.”
It was a nice play. Next morning, after our book reading, I asked him again for my morning chai. I doubted whether he would get out of the blanket and do the pretend play part. I was astonished when he said “OK” in his own style, jumped out of the bed, went to the dining area, came back with his tea cup and offered it to me. I relished it and told him he had put just the right amount of ginger in it.
Cheeky that he is, this conversation followed –
Me – “The chai is very good. You made it very well adding just the right amount of ginger to it.”
Dhruv – “Oh mumma, I forgot to add sugar to the chai.”
Dhruv- “Did you get the taste of Bournvita? I added bournvita in place of sugar.”
And he giggled.
*Bournvita is a chocolate supplement we add to milk for drinking purpose.