I was watching my friend patiently answering her younger son. At the end of every answer he would say - why?
Amma, why didn't we come for class so many days?
Because we had winter holidays.
Why?
Because it was Christmas time.
Why?
Christmas time is when school gives us holidays to be with family.
Why?
Don't you want to be with family?
Why?
And after waiting for his response he knew his prank was understood and he smiled at us all and left the place. What a cutie. Why? Adorable little fellow. Why?
These boys all had Hot Wheels that they carried so they could play with them in the sand pit in the corner. To them the half hour before class was the time they could officially take out the Hot Wheels from their bags and act all cool about it cause it wasn't school and it was still the same bunch of friends.
After three years of this class, we we're closing in to the end of the coursenot- a small batch of mothers who had been there for each other through their kids birthday parties and picked up each other's kids from school when once couldn't make it. We had become close enough to be invited for family weddings and closer enough to rush to homes of one of us who had lost a family member.
Somewhere during the course of these three years, we had created a community of mothers who could laugh together and listen together. At the end of the day, it's your girls who get you - and when your girls have children the same age - Hallelujah!
Today was such a day where we had discussed our holidays and plans for the kids once this course was over. Some were taking kids swimming, some drawing, some skating and some straight home. We had seen each other's kids grow, shared paediatrician numbers, exchanged views on everything under the sun and pretty much heard each other out.
Support systems and morale blankets are those that we choose. Every mommy deserves a support system apart from family - to grow with.
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