My son looked morose when I picked him up from school the other day.
“What happened da?” I asked him sympathetically. Words tumbled over each other and were punctuated with sobs all the way home.
I deciphered the story with great difficulty. His best friend G did not sit with him for lunch. Instead he sat with S, my son’s current crush.
“He not only sat with her, but teased me all the time and they laughed at me!” he sobbed. ” He’s not my friend anymore!” he declared vehemently.
“Don’t say that!” I soothed him. “G is your best friend and will be very sad if he hears it”
“Its okay, Amma. he already knows.” he said.
“How?”
“I told him.”
The whole evening was spent on dissecting the lunch hour and plotting a suitable revenge. I tried my best to divert him with stories, games and even TV, but he kept going back to that dreaded lunchtime.
Later that night, my husband (who had no clue of his son’s heartbreak) was helping him brush his teeth.
“Appa..” he called sadly. “I don’t want to go to school tomorrow!”
“Why?”
“I want S to sit with me tomorrow for lunch.”
“So?. Just ask her.” replied my husband with a forced nonchalance. (he was most uncomfortable discussing matters of the heart with his little son)
“I can’t do that! ” He cried plaintively. “The teacher assigns us the lunch table and S will sit next to G tomorrow also and he’ll tease me and both of them will laugh and laugh at me!” Saying this, he flung his toothbrush and sobbed uncontrollably.
Now, I didn’t know whom I should help.
My husband had the classic deer caught in the headlights expression and my son was still sobbing.
I just slipped out as noiselessly as I could and ran back to my comp to catch up on facebook.
The men can sort out their problems without me, for a change.
Half an hour later, I peeped in the bedroom to find my son fast asleep and the father stealthily walking towards the door.
“Phew!” he said, collapsing on the sofa.
“So? How did the counselling session go?” I asked him.
He glared at me. ‘Thanks for running away like that, leaving me to handle it!” he said.
“Excuse me! I have been ‘handling’ it since afternoon! Anyway, what did you say to him?” I couldn’t wait to hear the fatherly advice.
“I was totally flabberghasted.” He admitted. “Just didn’t know what to say. So I told him he should not be thinking of girls now. He should concentrate on learning lots of things. Like do well in sports. Learn to sing well. Sign up for a karate class. He stopped sobbing and was even smiling. ”
“Wow! ” I said. “I’m impressed!”
“Then I reminded him his life mission” my husband continued. (For a while now my son tells anyone who cares to listen that he’ll grow up to be a super hero) “Help his teachers and friends when they are in trouble. And soon he’ll be a Super Boy.”
“And? What did he say?”
He buried his face in his hands. “He asked me if he did all that, will S like him better than G?”
The mirth which had been bubbling inside me came gurgling out and soon I was rolling on the floor laughing.
My husband threw up his hands and walked away to find solace in the National Geographic channel.
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Something tells me his teenage years are not going to be as peaceful as we expect them to be.