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Moussaka

In the end practically all was eaten and enjoyed by all.

In the end practically all was eaten and enjoyed by all.

 

Hank: (emerging from studying for his English test) What is this amazing smell?

Me: Moussaka! It’s Greek.

Pai: Apparently it’s like Greek empadão.

Me: And empadão is like Portuguese shepherd’s pie.

Hank: Just promise me there is no zucchini.

Me: I promise you there is no zucchini.

Hank: Then what is this part.

Me: Eggplant.

Hank: What is eggplant again?

Pai: Berinjela (eggplant).

Hank: (suspect)

Me: (war weary eye-roll from the years and years it took Hank eat anything) Listen, I too have never had moussaka, but I’m going to dive in. If you like the smell you’re going to like the taste.

Hank: Oh, I am going to try it. I don’t want to be disrespectful. I know I have eaten eggplant in soups and sauces and stuff I’m just (takes a bite and chews).

Me: (holding my breath)

Pai: This is good.

Hank: This is good, but the eggplant is not my favorite.

Me: (exhausted last ditch effort) The whole dish tastes of eggplant. There is no avoiding the flavor of eggplant.

Hank: I love the flavor of the eggplant, but it’s well… (choosing his words carefully) I am going to have to put eggplant in the mushroom category.

Pai: What does that mean?

Me: (surrender) It means it is a texture thing. Like mushrooms if made in certain ways he will enjoy it but this way…

Hank: It is gummy and I hate it in my mouth and it makes me want to vomit. The flavor is great but no, just no. But mom, I love the filling.

Me: And I love the eggplant so let’s swap.

Hank: This is why you’re my best mom.

Me: (deep exhausted sigh paired with a smile)

Molly: Hey, wats that? (pointing to her plate)

Me: (dividing my filling and Hank’s eggplant between the two of us) ROUND TWO!

Pai: It’s called moussaka.

Molly: (dramatic surprise) It’s minhocas (worms)?

Me: (cough to cover up my laughter)

Hank: (giggling)

Pai: No Amália, it’s like empadão. It’s very good.

Molly: No pai, loooooook. Look! It’s minhocas (worms)! Tem muitos minhocas (It has a lot of worms)!

Pai: That is eggplant, filha (daughter). Provar (try it).

Molly: (super suspect)

 

 

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Criticism

One of the amazing letters Hank is lucky to receive from my dad, Grandpa Snitch, that help lift him up.

One of the amazing letters Hank is lucky to receive from my dad, Grandpa Snitch, that help lift him up.

 

Me: Hank! Dinner!

Pai: Amália Sofia, you sit with us at the table or you play with your toys quietly. This is our dinner time and just because you’ve eaten already doesn’t mean you get to interrupt us every 13 seconds because you want something not on the table or you want to leave. What is your choice?

Molly: What you eating?

Me: Soup and grilled cheese.

Molly: I no like it.

Pai: (Chef of the soup) Hey!

Me: (Chef of the grilled cheese) There is a better way to turn down a kind offer of nice food.

Molly: No, thank you. I no like it.

Me: (giggling to myself)

Pai: More for me then!

Hank: (dragging himself to the table)

Pai: How is the studying going?

Hank: (sigh) Good.

Me: You have been working very hard lately. Thank you for doing your best.

Hank: Once this test is over I am going to work harder to learn how to take criticism.

Me: Were you given a critique today at school?

Pai: (eyebrow raised)

Hank: It’s just, when we were studying for the test today in class my friend and I answered a question wrong and we were the only two that answered wrong, so my teacher called us, “palerma (idiot),” in front of the whole class.

Me: (suddenly seething with anger)

Pai: Palerma (idiot), that was the word she used? That isn’t criticism, Hank. That was an unfortunate choice of words.

Hank: She is always saying she has been teaching for 40 years and we need to listen to her and I do, but…

Me: (shelving my anger for the moment) Buddy, I agree with your papa. That was not criticism. You remember what your Grandpa Snitch said in his letter to you about criticism?

Hank: I remember the letter, but not the right words.

Me: He said, “ Good criticism is instructive and constructive and bad criticism is destructive – always!”

Pai: What was her mood? Was she having a bad day and took it out on you and your friend?

Hank: She was laughing.

Me: There are two types of people in this world: those who educate by lifting you up and those who educate by tearing you down, by bullying, by using what is called “tough love.” You’re papa and I believe that it is better to educate by lifting up a student, but in this world you won’t always meet people who agree with us.

Pai: It is unfortunate that was her choice.

Me: You’re lucky, Hank, because you have someone at your school you can go and speak to about this anonymously and with no consequence to you or the relationship you have with that teacher. At the parent teacher conference your Director de Turma (homeroom teacher) explained to us that if there was ever a moment when you or one of your classmates or one of us parents have a differing opinion or a disagreement or felt upset or were being hurt in some way by a teacher we could go to her, that she would listen and then address the issue for us. She encouraged us that was exactly what she was there for and always has time on Thursdays during lunch.  If you choose, if you need to talk to someone about this other than us, she is always there and I know your Director de Turma is a teacher who chooses to educate by lifting up a student and not by tearing them down. Please go and speak to her if you need someone to talk to.

Hank: (pushing soup around his plate)

Pai: I am sure it was embarrassing for her to call you both that in front of the class.

Hank: (nodding)

Me: And I am sure she has no idea how hard you have been working to improve in her class, but I do, we do. You are doing your best and your best is enough. I have been telling you since the day you were born that, “no one ever called you dumb, not one day,” and no one had until now. I wouldn’t lie to you; I am far to busy and important to lie. I know you aren’t a palerma (idiot) and I hope you know you aren’t and won’t let that destructive criticism ruin all the hard work you have been doing.

Hank: (soup finished, heavy dark circles under his eyes) Is it okay of I just go to sleep? I read that the best thing to do after studying is to go to sleep and let your brain take all the information and put it into categories which will help you remember better.

Pai: That is true! I am impressed you know this and that is a great idea.

Hank: (getting up from the table)

Me: Love you, buddy.

Hank: (leaves room) Love you, too.

Pai: (once he’s out of ear shot, whispers) Deep breath, Hanford.

Me: (whisper screaming) I could give two shits about 40 years experience that fucking teacher in one flippant soul crushing moment undermined my entire parenting ethos for the past ten years! WHAT DO I ALWAYS SAY TO HIM?!

Pai: I know, but it was bound to happen someday, you know that.

Me: I am at desk flipping levels over this.

Pai: I have already begun composing the email to his Director de Turma (homeroom teacher) in my brain. Her office hours are on Thursday. We will be there.

Me: (whisper raging) You better take the lead on this one, S’Tôr (slang for Senhor Douctor (Mr. Doctor) which is the formal way to address a professor in Portugal), and ooze DOCTOR of cognitive science and brains and developmental psychological citations allllllll over this conversation or I swear on all that is good and holy that I will leave all manor of decorum at the door and Mama Bear that school to the ground.

Pai: I am glad I have you in my corner, but I am confident I can argue our case. Even if you sit saying nothing and only have that expression on your face it will be enough to communicate the seriousness of our side of the debate.

Me: (head in my hands) He has been working so hard! He already has to punch his lying, irrational thoughts in the face every day single day to do his best. HE DIDN’T NEED THIS!

Pai: I know.

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Me: (emotional) He’s going to bed at 8:30pm (an hour early). His soul is crushed.

Pai: He is going to bed at 8:30pm because he is tired and needs to rest and because you taught him how to take care of himself.

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Molly’s Best Big Brother

Hank texted me this morning so he wouldn't wake up his pai (dad) who is sick with a cold.

Hank texted me this morning so he wouldn’t wake up his pai (dad) who is sick with a cold.

 

Me: (eyes glued shut, barely conscience, walking into the living room) Now, what is all this?!?!

Molly: (up two hours early, chipper as a squirrel) MAMA! Good morning! It morning time.

Me: MaGoo, the sun has not yet risen. It is still sleeping-time unless you are Hank and it is get-ready-for-school-even-though-everyone-else-is-still-in-bed-time which would still include me for another 15 minutes on a normal weekday. (inescapable yawn)

Hank: (having turned on cartoons, tucking his sister into a blanket) She actually woke up at 5am.

Me: Did you now?

Molly: I wake up!

Hank: She woke me up in the sweetest way and asked for water.

Me: For real!?

Molly: I say please.

Me: Well done.

Hank: It wasn’t a big deal. I had a water bottle next to my bed.

Molly: I drank water.

Hank: And then she went back to sleep until my alarm went off and she got up with me.

Molly: I no sleep. Mano (brother) sleep. I be quiet.

Me: Is that so? That was very kind of you, Amália. That is very respectful of your roommate.

Molly: I wake up! I no sleep well.

Me: You know, last night I didn’t sleep well either.

Hank: You didn’t?

Me: No, I wasn’t able to stay in my dreams. I kept waking up before the plot thickened.

Molly: I no stay in my dreaming, mama. I wake up.

Me: Me, too!

Molly: Me, too! I get up. (kicking off her blanket) I get dressed now, please. I go to school with mano (brother).

Hank: But…

Me: Are you sure you can go to school with mano (brother)?

Molly: Yes.

Hank: I work all day at my school. No playing.

Me: Do you think you could spend the whole day being very quiet and sitting very, very still?

Molly: (without hesitation pulling the blanket back over herself) No.

Hank: Then you better go to your Ama’s (nanny’s) house today.

Molly: Okay.

Me: Thank you for being Molly’s best big brother, Hank. I don’t know of another ten year old who would be so sweet after being awoken at 5am. Most other siblings would have yowled for their mother.

Hank: I don’t mind. I used to wake up at night when I was her age and I’d be so scared and too afraid to call for you. I am happy she has me. I like helping my mana (sister). She’s too sweet to be annoying.

Me: Just remember that when you’re thirteen and she is six.

Hank: Oh, that is my dream. Then I can go and get her from school and we can go to the café and I will buy her a cake and we’ll talk about our day, then we will walk home together.

Me: (shaking my head in grateful disbelief) See, this is why I don’t play the lottery; I’ve already won!

Molly: I firsty, mama.

Me: One chocolate milk, one coffee and one decaf coffee coming right up!

Hank: Okay, I will go get ready now, but Mama, can I have a chocolate milk today?

Me: Claro (of course).

Hank: (wilting into a snuggle pile with his sister on the sofa) Today, I want to be just like my mana (sister).

Molly: (wrapping around her big brother) I love you, mano (brother).

Hank: I love you, mana (sister).