Where is Santa?

I took a shot to write my first short story. Thanks to Kanika.G Here it goes...

Where is Santa?

One freezing winter morning, Sam woke up in a jiffy. It is the day before Christmas. He checked out the window. The morning seemed  perfect. The snow was trickling over the edges of his window pane. The trees outside were laced with a thick layer of snow. Hmm, doesn't it make you think of white vanilla icing? Sam closed his eyes dreaming of that perfect Christmas morning. The Christmas tree is all lit up and presents lined up below. He brushed his teeth and dressed up. Yes, he must not forget to put his winter cap and wrap that shrug around his neck. He had decided to surprise his parents.

 He skidded over the banister and gobbled his toast for his breakfast. The orange juice had a tangy flavour. He gulped it down and went to the adjacent closet. He took the shovel and told mom he was going to clear the driveway. His mom stared at him in wonder. The moment he stepped out of his door, his boots sank into one feet of snow. “Oh, this is going to be difficult”. He took the shovel and started digging. He made a pile at the side. “ I need enough for a snowman and to play with my friends”. The sun did not seem so harsh. He toiled along and hymned some tunes of his favourite carols.

It must be some time when he realised he had just cleared a quarter of the driveway. “ This is not easy, but I must make Mumma proud”. He continued till he started sweating and plodded on the snow. He took off his cap and thought to himself “ Maybe a glass of lemonade will quench my thirst.” He ran to the kitchen and saw no one was there. He took the lemon and ice cubes from the fridge. Mom had told him to be careful with the knife. He took it and cut the lemon perfectly into two pieces. He squeezed the lemon with all his might and made the juice. He put the ice and sipped it. “ Yuck, it is bitter”. Oops, I forgot to put the sugar. The sugar bottle was on the lowest rack of the cabinet. But Sam had to take the stool to climb and take it. He jumped over and leaned over the kitchen top. His fingertips touched the sugar bottle. But alas, the stool gave away. He fell down with a thud.

 His mom came running on hearing the sound. “ What happened Sam? Does it hurt?” Sam whimpered and said it fell sore on his behind. Mom carried him and put him on the kitchen counter. “ What has my monkey been upto ?” Sam told everything and ended with “ I just wanted to surprise you". He shook his head and said “ I couldn't finish the shoveling. You must be disappointed with me . Mom looked at his eyes “ Santa is watching you from above and who knows he might send his elves to help you finish the driveway with a “woof”. Sam said “ I don't believe in Santa. I know it is Dad behind a huge pillow and red suit. Last time I nicked his beard off. I don't feel like talking about it”.

Sam excused himself and went to his room. After sometime he heard a knock on his door. He told “ Leave me alone.” A familiar ho-ho sound could be heard and said “ My dear boy, Santa is here”. Sam told “ I know it isn't you”. Santa pleaded. And Sam gave in.

 He turned towards his door and guess who did he see? Grandpa with his white beard and santa cap. Sam’s eyes lit “ Grandpa, you came”. He hugged him. Grandpa looked at Sam “ Are those tears? My boy. Someone has had a rough day. Tell me ‘ all”. Sam told what happened and said “I don’t believe in Santa”. Grandpa took Sam’s little fingers. “Santa is proud of you. He is there very much alive”. Sam asked  “Where?”. Grandpa touched his heart “ He is there in my safe heart to remind me to do good and also in your teeny weeny safe heart to make you do good for others”. Grandpa hugged him and said “ Santa loves you and wants me to hug you “. Sam smiled with his eyes closed.

How to entertain kids during car rides?

Car journeys require a lot of planning. Especially, if it is a family ride with children whose boredom levels can be put to test. While my children were very small, we had the car seat which proved to a hindrance to our smooth rides. Indian railways wish to deter our vacation plans by maintaining their 4 month advanced booking. So we are left with no choice but to resort to our car journeys. Over the years we have cut the luggage and food bag by half on experience. I refrain my children from carrying more than 2 to 3 toy sets. I keep a creative bag so they focus on their artistic side.

These are the contents in their bag:
Story books
A set of crayons/sketch pens
Few doodle pads
Copy coloring books
Activity books, felt busy books
Sticker books
Board games

I felt during school time, kids concentrate on outdoor play and do not play mindful games. My lo is 3 who loves sorting/building blocks and pretend play games. In the car she gets restless and wish to come to the front seat. She shuffles between coloring and requesting for music. My son who is 8 in into pokemon card collection and bey blades. He too will rotate all the contents of the bag judiciously. Then at times they get restless.

With trial and error, I came across these games-

20 questions -  It is a guessing game where the child asks 20 questions and you tell yes or no....By the end of all questions, the child has to guess name, animal or object.

Buzz - Better version of tables. At multiples of all numbers, you have to say buzz in turns. If you tell the number by mistake you get ousted .

I spy game - Where you spot maximum objects on basis of some condition. For eg 3 red cars, 2 monkeys on the tree, 3 fruit trucks etc

Then you have paper games like Name, place, animal and thing, hangman, dot game, word search and tic-tac-toe which can extend the hunger pangs.

And yes, thank God for brands like McDonald's, Cafe Coffee Day ...My son is sure not to miss it. He has never felt kms as dear to him as before !

Insight from Parenting talk by Chitra T V, Counselor at Nurturing Nature

I had called in my psychologist friend Chitra Aunty to speak to the mothers of our layout. It was an interactive session

The topic was 'How do we talk to child effectively?'

This is what she had to say

“ It is the core responsibility of the parent to take care of the physical and mental well-being of the child. We should ask ourselves what we did different that our parents did to us? How close we were to them? What was  your  relation with them? From one to 7 years the beliefs and projection of the world around us form an unconscious program which we play on our children. We feel our actions mirror like our parents. As we thought that is the way..

Earlier disobedience was a crime, now children are inquisitive about the purpose. Do not weigh the children with consequences to the behaviour. They feel pressured and will resist urges to co-operate in every possible manner. Give them unconditional praise and positive strokes ( hug, affectionate pat) in small parcels. Younger children crave for love, attention and appreciation. As they get older, our parenting approach concentrates on criticism and passing judgements (appearance, peer circle). They stop to share their personal moments to us fearing the expectations. Another thing, one should keep in mind that as teenagers reach early adulthood, they are not fully equipped to make sound judgements, and cannot make rational decisions. That explains the suicide rates during that age. As parents we have to play it safe. Try to make a conscious effort to balance the number of yes's and nos. Our construct of language becomes their belief. Acknowledge the feeling. This lays the foundation of empathy.

How to lay ground rules? With job opportunities available in cities we are forced to rely on nuclear set ups...With occasional visits from grandparents, there is a disruption in the harmony of events that take place. They are chances that children side on the soft side displayed by them. In situations like this, it is better for the parents to make clear if certain rules are followed. Whether it is food habits , timetable or extra curricular activities, everything should written in black and white. To tackle the persuasion of the child , we have to settle for the broken record technique - repeat the same phrase of refusal again and again till the child gets in the head that there is no way out “.

On the final note, I thank the mothers of our layout who brought in their personal examples that made it possible to make the talk realistic.

Please feel free to contact:

Ms Chitra
Counselor At Nurturing Nature, Tippasandra, Bengaluru
www.nurturingnature.in
https://www.facebook.com/nurturingnaturebangalore/
counsellorchitra@gmail.com