Fun to be four

Four is a great age to be. Here’s why..
They aren’t really babies any longer so
  • no more bottle boiling
  • no more carrying food/milk to malls
  • no more arduous hours of burping (thank Gawd!)
  • no more having to handle howling kids at night (Generally)
  • no more carrying them around
  • they understand/ share a lot of things
  • they are great fun to talk to
  • they can run small errands (get my phone, switch off the TV, find my keys) of course only when they want to
…. and they aren’t too grown up either so
  • they do not have loads of homework
  • they still love to cuddle and hug and kiss (I so hope they NEVER outgrow that)
  • they still think you are the best (unlike the teens when they’ll get all judgmental)
  • they still think your cooking is out of the world (even I don’t think that)
  • they still don’t seem cheeky or oversmart just cute (another year and cute turns cheeky)

Chewing gum anyone?

It’s crazy how many things one needs to teach the kids. Yesterday in the playground a child offered Hrit Naisha some chewing gum. Now my bechara bachchas have no concept of what chewing gum is all about. And before Hrit could swallow it up and create an emergency I ran to warn him. They were both just not convinced about a sweet that couldn’t be swallowed. Naisha being the relatively obedient one (other than when it comes to eating dirt) spat it out immediately. Hrit needed plenty of convincing.. Why can’t I eat it? Sweets are meant to be eaten, aren’t they? What will happen if I eat it up?.. Whew.. one can’t even relax when they’re in the playground.

Operation friendship

April 2010

Day 2 and operation friendship is well underway. However I’m not sure this is the direction I intended it to take. Things got a bit out of hand yesterday evening.

We were down as usual and the regular kids came along. It’s a bunch of three kids including the one who Hrit Naisha had had trouble with earlier.

Well the other kids were playing and I encouraged Hrit Naisha to join in. They did. That kid was again being himself again – jumping around Hrit Naisha and calling Hrit ‘naughty boy’. Hrit took it all in his stride. He did complain to me once and that’s it. However after a few minutes I found Hrit Naisha had ganged up with the other two kids and the four of them were literally heckling that other kid… they were running around him chanting ‘naughty boy, naughty boy’. Oops.. bad start. I mean making friends is nice but NOT at the expense of that poor boy. I tried to patch up – hand shake, huggie routine but I’m not sure it made much difference. That poor kid looked quite woebegone as his mom took him home. I do hope today is better and they all play together.

I’m sure he and Hrit will become the best of friends – the boy Hrit fights with most always ends up as his best buddy. Oh and his mom becomes my best friend too.. what with all the apologizing and empathizing. Archana what say?

Desperately seeking friends

April, 2010
I’d been preparing the kids for a quite sometime for the shift to Pune. Since they had plenty of friends in Bombay I was apprehensive they’d get lonely. I’d been giving them lessons on how to make friends. However, I was quite sure none of it would work. I have always felt that friendship, like love, can’t be sought. It just happens.. that’s how it’s been with me. The best friends I have always ‘found’ me rather than me going out ‘looking’ for them. (Lazy??)

However I tried to put aside all my doubts and repeated over and over how the kids should go about making friends. Repetition, according to psychologists, is the only way to get across to your kids. (Weird or what?)

Anyway so this is what I told them to do…
Hi I’m Hrit/Naisha. What’s your name? May I play with you? Do you want to play with my scooter/ball?
I was specially worried about Hrit because the last time we’d shifted he’d taken about four months to settle down and find friends. Till that time all kids by default were enemies. It was tough.

Yesterday while we were down at play along came this kid. Without any provocation he spread his arms and barred Hrit’s way. Uh oh.. thought I.. now begins the fight. I sprinted to the scene of action ready to mediate. But surprise surprise.. when I reached there Hrit was in full swing. “My name is Hrit.. aap ka naam kya hai? Meri behen ka naam Naisha hai,” he parroted. To say that I was shocked would be an understatement. Naisha I would have expected to do something like this, but Hrit, never.

Naisha, on the other hand has been a handful. She’s refusing to share her toys and not interacting with the other kids at all. Like I always say.. between Hrit and Naisha one has to ALWAYS give me a hard time. On the positive side.. one is always a dream. I do hope Hrit’s ‘good’ phase continues. Naisha will come around soon too. Meanwhile I’m trying to apply the Secret, think positive.

Give me more

Hrit has come of age.. at least in one area – he developed a taste for aerated drinks. Not a really good thing but it certainly is a sign of growing up.

No thank you
I never wanted the kids to become a part of the Pepsi generation for a long time. And so they had no exposure to any kind of aerated drinks at all. They loved their juices.. unfortunately just the packaged ones as I never had the time for fresh juices.. and I left it at that. In fact when I’d see their older cousins hankering after Pepsi I’d say Thank God Hrit Naisha are not into it.
Each time someone would give them a sip of Pepsi, Hrit would make a really dirty face.. Naisha anyway doesn’t try anything new easily so she was safe.

It’s spicy
Then we went for a birthday party at a pizza chain. On offer were Pizza, bread sticks and Pepsi. (Water too was in short supply). Well Hrit rejected the pizza outright, like I wrote earlier (https://obsessivemom.in/2009/11/11/dal-roti-boy-hri/). One sip of Pepsi and that wierd expression was back on his face.. the expression that said, “Yuk what’s this?” He was more articulate by now so he said, “This is not nice mama.. spicy hai.” The kids came home that day hungry and very thirsty. The hostess, a good friend, was terribly upset. That was the day I decided they should at least be tolerant of fast food. I tried to interest them in burgers , pizzas and yes, even aerated drinks, with little luck. I know I know it was not such a good idea but I can’t keep them away from all this forever, I reasoned. When they’ll grow up they’ll be hung on pizzas and Pepsi in any case, I justified myself.

Not bad
Then we went for another party. Along with the other kids Hrit was handed a glass of Pepsi. I could see him taking small experimental sips. He finished the glass.

I’m loving it!
A few days back we were at a friends place. There was Hrit with glass in hand pointing bravely at the bottle of Pepsi saying, “Black wala juice chahiye.” He refused to have the Frooti. My friends knew how I’d been trying to initiate him and they were all complimenting me. Finally Hrit was a Pepsi boy.

Afterthought
I am not sure I’m happy with myself.. I should be teaching the kids to stand up to peer pressure not give in to it. I did. The fear of upsetting someone.. of appearing impolite, or simply.. of not fitting in, makes us do things best avoided. Here I was hoping the kids would not just eat junk but enjoy it too. Not nice at all. Sorry bachchas.. will try to do better next time. Unfortunately, many things are irreversible and Hrit I think is hooked.