Woke up on a lazy Sunday morning to see a text from my neighbor. She left french vanilla flavored coffee powder at my front porch just because I told her that is my favorite when we met last time.
Last night she surprised us with hot hot zucchinni pie and banana bread straight from her oven to my kitchen table.
Life is good and I am counting my blessings!!
Adi is participating in a food drive to collect non perishable items from neighborhood and donate it to a local food pantry. The concept of food pantry is new to me. Underprivileged people can register to this food pantry and get food supplies on monthly basis to help feed their family. I don’t know the nuisances involved in this system but isn’t this a great idea to support families in need?
We have to go door to door (think of those census people or the marketing representatives ringing our door bell), explain the cause and request for food donation. I have never done this before, ringing a stranger’s door bell and Adi was not comfortable with it either. Add to that, we don’t live in a community or Asian dominated neighborhood to share common connections. The diversity rate of this neighborhood is very high.
M had his own set of doubts. What if a guy opens the door with a gun pointing at you? Nevertheless, I dared to go ring the bells for a good cause. The kids tagged along and I made Adi do the talk when each home owner answered the door. Some peeked only their head out and said sorry, some went into the kitchen and came back with some donations, some promised to drop something at my doorstep after next grocery shopping and some showed good interest asking for more details about the drive.
I didn’t expect anyone to drop items at my door step as I was very sure they will forget my door number right after we leave. But, this old gentleman came to my home yesterday straight from grocery shopping and dropped in not just 1 or 2 bags but almost 5 to 6 bags full of rice, pasta, canned tomatoes, beans, cereals, jam and many more items. Repeated thank you and God bless you is all I could mutter. I have asked Adi to make a handmade thank you card for him.
This was a unique experience for all of us and I hope the kids will not shy away or hesitate to speak up or ask for help for a good cause in future. It was very difficult for me too but not anymore.
LHB was invited to a play date with 3 other boys living in the neighborhood. They all go to same class. I bought brownies to take it to the playdate and told the boy to keep it a secret and not tell his friend G about the brownies when he sees him at school.
Me: Can you please keep it a secret da?
LHB: You know Amma, I am the best secret keeper. Do you know how?
Me: How?
LHB: Because I forget everything after a minute
Me:?? !!!!! Whatever!!!
Next day morning:
LHB: Amma, remember the secret you told me? I don’t remember it anymore so I won’t tell G. No worries
Me:?? !!!! Whatever!!!
Afternoon:
Adi went to pick him from bus stop and this is the conversation they had
LHB: Akka, guess what? I didn’t tell the secret to G. I am the world’s best secret keeper.
What do you guys think? Did he tell G or not?
Bonus point: Now I know how to make him remember something **evil laugh**
Please dont judge me with this post. Yes we talk a LOT about poop and butt at home. Its unavoidable having around an actual 6 yr old and a 14 yr sometimes acting like a 4 yr old!!
This post is for posterity. Hope it will definitely make me smile when I read it. Somedays our texting conversation goes like this…
The blue text is me and the white one is Adi.
Between my littles and me 