If you are from Madras and thereabouts, then you know what CT is. Correct, it’s a cheap thrill. What? You are from Madras and you don’t know? Too bad. You need to move states.
Anyways, I had a CT moment this evening. An hour before I wrapped a silk sari and went off vethalai pak, sundal rampage across town, we finished up our Sunday evening FLL meeting at home. I host and coach my son’s Lego league. Host more than coach, at least up until today, all I was delegated was to crack the whip occasionally between reminding the number of days left for the competition and do the mommy thing at 8 boys. 7 boys plus one dad who got suckered into coaching with me. I think he did wonderfully the last 2 weeks with me not hovering around. They would peep in, say hello, and scurry like rats from a cat into the basement which I could not climb down due to my very swollen bad knee.
Today, I dove right in.
It was excellent. 2 hours flew by just reading, analyzing the missions, lego attachments of various parts, logical methods of approaching the missions and basically brainstorming. I spoke less, asked more questions and listened more. Everyone had something to say, and it was discussion around the makeshift lego grid placed on the ping pong table. It was heady excitement. One could tell just by the intense look on the 12 year olds boys faces that the gears were moving inside. Arguments, a whole bunch of ‘why-nots’ flew around us. Ultimately, it was like we were strategizing for war. A worthy couple of hours spent.
I come up with a glow on my face to see husband and daughter raiding the refrigerator.
Me: Oh man, I love Lego league.
Daughter: *choking on her yogurt*: Mom, did I hear you right?
Husband: *ducking his head into the refrigerator so his guffaws couldn’t be heard*
Me: *puzzled* yeah, why?
Daughter: You actually are getting excited about Lego league?
Me: Yeaaaaaa, why, you like legos too right? *still puzzled*
Daughter: er. Okay. Mom, you will henceforth be known as your son’s mom, and not my mom.
Mom: What? What did I do? *mock shock*
Daughter: Mom, cmon. You just said that you love lego league. Do you know who loves legos?
Husband: yes, yes, tell her!
Daughter: The nerds do mom. It’s the nerdiest of the lot who love legos and sit there hours together piecing those thingamajigs.
Me: *grin* So, what you saying now? That am a nerd?
Daughter: *slapping her yogurt down on the counter, hands on hips and explaining to me* Geez, Do I have to spell it out for you? I am a nerd. Dad’s a nerd. Bro is a bigger nerd. Now look what you’ve done! Here I was just telling my friends that you were a cool mom!
Me: *walking towards the door to wave goodbyes* Yess!
CT Score for tonight:
Cool mom – 0
Nerd mom – 1