Choosing Pickles
Mira: "Do you want mango pickle or lemon pickle with your curd rice, Rohan?"
Rohan: "Ummm... both look so good. I'm wavering."
Mira: "Wavering? Like when the candle flame shakes in the breeze?"
Rohan: "Yeah, my mind is doing that. First it goes to mango, then lemon, then back again."
Amma: "Serve the rice first, you two. The pickle can wait one tiny minute."
Mira: "But Amma, Rohan is stuck. He's just staring at the jars."
Rohan:wavering like a wobbly scooter." "My tongue wants spicy mango, but my nose likes the lemon smell. I'm
Mira: "If you keep wavering, I'll eat both pickles and save you from your problem."
Rohan: "Hey! That's not helping. Now I'm wavering about sharing with you too."
Amma:tummychoose what your really wants today." "Close your eyes, take a breath, and
Rohan:wavering. Mango pickle it is." "Okay… I see a big yellow mango in my mind. Done! No more
Mira: "Good. And since you stopped wavering, you can put one tiny lemon piece on my plate."
Rohan: "Deal. My mind wobbled, but it finally stopped in the tastiest place."