“Who Am I?”

“Who am I, mama?” When my son, who had joined Kindergarten just a few months ago, asked me this question, I was obviously perplexed. Such a profound question at a tender age of five, I thought. I asked him what he meant. “Mama, am I an ‘echt Inder’?” Interesting – not the question, but the fact that I had no idea what he meant by ‘echt’. He explained, “Are you and papa both real Indians? Did you go to school on elephants?”

“Yes, we are both Indians and no – we went to school with the school bus,” I replied. He seemed to be in a contemplative mood.

Get to the cause

I knew there was more going on in his head. I am not a mother who sweeps issues under the carpet. I encourage my children to talk to me, voice their opinions and concerns; and I give them the answers they need in a way they understand best. So, I pursued my line of questioning to find out more.

Me: “Why do you ask?”

My son: “We were learning about Elmar the elephant. Do you know elephants live in India and Africa? My teacher told the class that I was an Indian and asked me if I’d seen a real elephant on the road. I said no. And then someone said I was not a real Indian because I am not black enough; and I spoke English.”

Me: Hmm…

My son, “But mama, you are not so black. My teacher asked if I was ‘echt Inder’.

With that, my son busied himself playing with his little sister.

That evening, before dinner, he told my husband to “become blond”. That way, he could be Swiss. My husband looked at me puzzled. So, I put off fixing dinner for later and sat with my five-year-old.

* Don’t brush concerns – however small – under the carpet.

Simple straight talking

Although my son was not worried (or being mobbed), he needed answers. He also needed reassurance that he was not different and in no way less than anyone in class.

I asked him if his friends were all the same color and had the same colored hair. He replied in the negative. I asked him if they only spoke German or knew other languages. He answered in the affirmative. “But no one knows Hindi and English,” he added.

* Put things in perspective.

 Highlight the positive

I told him he was special. He was tri-lingual and knowing so many languages was a boon since he could go on holidays or to study in different countries and communicate with ease. I added that since no one spoke Hindi – that was our little ‘secret language’ – a rather cool thing to have! In addition, I told him he already knew more than many others in his class who spoke only one language. His eyes lit up and he screamed, “Yippee!” and told his three-year-old sister, “We can play detectives and no one will understand us! And you can paint your hair golden.”

The color concept had to be dealt with now. “Why? You both have lovely black hair – thick and shiny. That makes you unique.” My son said he wanted to have the same hair as his friend Alan. But it won’t match your skin – I told him. “Have you seen a brown flower with a golden stem?” I drew one for him. He didn’t seem to like it much. I told him that the best color combinations are found in nature, but if he didn’t like his natural hair, he could color it after he turned 16. End of chapter.

* Don’t complicate matters unnecessarily.

Accepting differences

Providing concrete examples are the best way to make your toddler understand life in a simple way.

“Just like all mama’s are not the same height, size and color, children are different, too. Otherwise, how would you know who belongs to whom? You want to be my son, not Marina’s child right?”

A big teddy-bear hug and a hard kiss on my cheek from my son said it all.

To further highlight the concept of differences, I held his hand and asked him if all five fingers were his. He nodded. I asked him how that could be possible because the fingers were all different in size. “No – all mine. See this is my hand,” he said. Like his fingers, people are different, too – I reiterated. But because they were fixed to one hand – they belonged to the owner of the hand. And similarly, because all these people lived in Switzerland, they were residents of this country. And so was he. He was born here. This was home – despite the fact that he was not “originally Swiss”.

* Acknowledge differences to make acceptance easier. Reiterate facts.

Dispel false notions

“But I want to go to school in India on an elephant!” (Help!)

Nobody goes to school on elephants. Snake charmers do not line the roads. Yes, cows and dogs, cars and bikes share the same road – very congenially. And no, we don’t cook spicy Indian food everyday. Not here. Not in India. Just like the Swiss don’t eat only cheese and chocolate.

Wherever you come from, educate your child about his roots and rid him of false notions.

* Educate correctly.

Teach pride in ‘the blend’

I reminded him of the time just before we went for ‘Raebelichtli’ – the Swiss version of Halloween, in a way, we had celebrated Diwali where his mama had worn a sari and cooked Indian food for our friends who had come home for dinner. He nodded. “See, like we celebrate Diwali, we also celebrate Raebelichtli, Fasnacht, and Christmas. This way we have more to celebrate. More parties. More fun times!”

* Today’s world, as we know, is one beyond boundaries really. Make your child a confident global citizen – comfortable in his own skin. Prepare him gently for questions. Equip him with the correct answers. Do it – with confidence – and fun!

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This article has been also published in Mothering Matters




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I was in a jeep with my husband, my sister-in-law and her husband –professional tiger conservationists – and their team of wildlife workers. This duo had spent years in the forests of Tadoba (Western India) and had set up the tiger reserve there. Tiger sightings were common for them, but not for this city girl from Bombay!

It was close to dawn. We had seen beautiful and exquisite birds, at least 4 species of deer, monkeys and langoors, the Indian bison and more. We had seen tiger pug marks and followed the calls of the wild, which the conservationists Poonam and Harsh Dhanwatey seemed to comprehend.

I was attentive to these calls of the wild and smells of the forest, and felt the suspense of what lay ahead. I was taking it all in.

The jeep zipped through the partly dark forest. We were hushed into silence, told to stay cam, very quiet and still!

We were close to a tigress with her kill – or perhaps, her cubs!

With a sharp turn and abrupt stop, the low and dimmed headlights swung onto a sight that still fills me with awe, even these 15 years later.

There she was – absolutely still. Calm. Quiet. Confident. Her self-awareness and esteem spread like a large aura behind her. We were in her territory. She looked straight at us. Each one of us experienced her magnificent gaze.

The way she looked – her eyes bore into my soul, stirring up feelings not of fear, but of reverence. The message was clear: “I AM… POWER!”

Our presence was not going to disturb her. She paused and posed. And then, she lowered her head behind the lush bamboo. What I heard next, made me hold my breath for the longest time ever! She was feeding on a massive Sambar deer. Needless to say, the other wild animals had not been wrong alerting the rest that a tigress was on her prowl just moments ago.

She cracked the bones of her prey.

She crunched softly.

I heard her power.

She looked up – majestically, her mouth dripping blood.

I got the message. This was her time. Her territory. Her rules.
She was not one to be disturbed.

That tigress left a mark on my soul. She imparted an understanding of power, contentment and quiet confidence to me.

Aradhna Sethi hails from India but lives in Europe. She is the former editor of a newspaper. Based in Europe, presently, she is focusing on her blog aradhnasethi.wordpress.com