Special Mom’s blog

My paternal grandmother loved her kitchen. It was not a place anyone could enter. My mom got entry when my grandmother had to be on a bed rest many years later. So, imagine me growing up. I was completely barred. She gave a wonderful excuse. “You will be in kitchen all your life, so you don’t need to do things now”. So, growing up I never learnt to cook.

Fast forward yesterday, I cooked for my parents. My parents live in the same house and it was the first time I did a full fledged cooking inside the kitchen. Not only that, my boy helped me with the same.

My grandmother passed away seventeen years ago. Yet, I had not done any cooking in my parents home. Whenever I come, I had to take care of my boy and I couldn’t do anything else. But, now a decade later I see my boy being much more independent here in my parents house. In fact, he is enjoying the place. So, when I asked him to pick up things to help me cook, he was able to do with ease.

I made this trip with no plans. I wanted my son to learn things and I feel he is learning and adjusting to the surroundings. It is hot and very humid. He is surviving. In fact we had power failure yesterday and it was something he had to endure. Yes, he survived four hours without air conditioning.