N Madam is the best – #Monday Musings
It has been 2 weeks since Dhruv’s school has been open after the winter break. And, suddenly the load of homework has increased substantially. I have been reeling under the pressure of making him practice writing the numbers and small letters in cursive everyday but more than me it is him who is doing the harder work.
One afternoon when I was checking his school bag for homework, I became anxious and mentioned to him that his madam is giving way too much homework everyday and this is not right. Immediately he interjected, “Mummy, Don’t say anything against my N madam. She is the best person in the world.”
Dhruv is very fond of his N madam. His questions these days revolve around exploring more about N madam.
Q1. I am going to be 5 years old. How old is N madam?
Q2. Does she have her own children?
Q3. Are her children as old as me?
Q4. I want to go to her house to meet her. Where does she live?
The last question has bugged me during whole of the winter holidays.
I told him, “I do not have her address, so we cannot go to her place.”
He had his answer ready, “We will use Google Maps to know the way to her home.”
I tried explaining, “But Google maps needs address to tell the way and we do not have that.”
Sounding very intelligent he said, “Remember, the last time we were going to the zoo, you just entered Bangalore Zoo in it and it showed us the whole way. We did not know the zoo’s address then, did we?
I sighed. I was losing the argument. I kept harping upon Address, Address, Address and he kept chanting Google Maps, Google Maps, Google Maps.
I felt like raking my head hard in order to come up with a smart logic to counter him. However, I came up with a rather silly one, “She is your madam. Madams are in school. If we go to her home, she won’t remain your N madam but will become N aunty.” “So? Where is the problem? I want to go to her place” said he.
All spent, I gave up, “OK. I will take you to N madam’s place if you bring her address written in your almanac.”
Last week, this episode took a new turn when I caught him in the act of calling up Starbucks Coffee. He was placing a home delivery order for chizza (KFC’s new invention) and chicken fry. I asked him why was he ordering all this when we do not eat this?. I was enlightened with great austerity, “This is for my N madam. She likes chizza and chicken fry. She is visiting our home on Sunday.” I was then gestured to stay hushed since he was still on the call with Starbucks Coffee. The next thing I heard him inquiring whether those people have a bike or a truck for delivery. Whatever was said from other side of the phone call, Dhruv ended the call with, “Come by plane.”
On Sunday (yesterday) evening, I found him ruminating. He cried, ” I forgot to give my address to madam. How will she come now?” I pacified him by telling him to give our address to Madam positively on Monday when he goes to school.
This is surely going to continue for this week as well. While the whole ‘Meeting Madam’ has been giving me headache and laughter, it also makes me feel grateful to N madam for creating an atmosphere in the class where my little boy feels loved and cared for. I think I will have to send a letter to his madam thanking her and expressing his wish.
April 2016: Update – Sending the letter to his teachers (he had 2 teachers to be precise) did not come easy. I was all set to write the letter to his teachers but then it looked like a weird idea. Questions plaguing my mind were They have busy lives themselves. They have families to look after. Why will they commit their personal time visiting a student’s home? Was it even right for me to invite them over to honour Dhruv’s fascinating idea? So, I did nothing about it for the next 2 months. Eventually, Dhruv’s persistence resulted in his teachers paying us a visit at home one day in the month of March, close to the school session ending.
Read the emotional turn of events in the following post N Madam is the best Part 2