very religious minded fellows


Today is Dassera and in addition to my regular lighting of the lamp in the morning, i decided it was time to clean the silver idols in my altar. The twins were most excited and wanted to be apart f this whole process. “So we are cleaning them?” asked Sid. “Yes, kind of like giving the Gods a bath” i replied trying to explain as i took out the little silver plate in which i usually placed the idols to wash them. “They need a tub!” Sid declared seriously and was kind enough to promptly drag is tub out to the door of the bathroom near where i was standing. “No, the plate is fine” i tried to say but the twins had decided to share their tub with the Gods and so it was. I did put my foot down when a bottle of Johnson baby bubble bath appeared next to the tub. We gently washed and cleaned the idols…i rubbed them with a soft cloth till they were gleaming and the boys slowly and carefully patted them dry. Then we arranged them in the altar, put lovely marigold flowers in front of them and the boys helped me put little red tikkas on all the idols. With great gusto and adorable earnestness we prayed together. Amu joined us for the final aarti (their fav) and accompanied us with his rattle! I am sure the Gods enjoyed this fervent devotion and singing! The boys wanted to watch me light the diya and insisted on having incense sticks too. Sid bowed his head down and moved his hand over his head reverentially seeking some blessing 🙂

I don’t know where this comes from..i am not overtly devout or actively practicing but these two are..and that’s cool. it is interesting to watch and very touching too.  They even found a book in my drawer called “Ramraksha” which we used to chant as kids and wanted me to read it . I told them it is all in sanskrit but they wanted it anyway…so for the last 3 nights we have been reading the ramraksha bit by bit and i explain it to them as best i can. 


About myfourboysandme

Mom - a word that defines me... I smell of oats, johnson's and home baked cookies I am pink, purple, green and orange and so is the floor my kids color on. Flour on my clothes and a brush in my pocket, my glasses bent out of shape and smudged with tiny fingerprints. I can't remember the date but i know almost 40 pictures books by heart. I wake up humming 'wheels on the bus'and i talk with my fingers and eyes and mouth. My bag carries band aids, napkins, wipes, crayons, papers, candy and sometimes my wallet. I know all the parks and very few of the restaurants in my neighborhood. Most of my shopping is diapers, books and paints My phd certificate lies in a roll, the frame now contains an abstract work of art by two year olds and i am prouder of that piece of paper. mom - a word that defines me!

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