The other night, sitting on the porch watching the floodgates of the sky open and pour down, crashing thunder punctuating the rain.
The boy’s eyes open wide and he exclaims, “Mommy! I know who’s sending us all this rain!! It’s Indra!”
I reply, “No, I think he’s the sun god.”
“No, he’s the thunder god! I know he is!!”
I pull out my trusty reference guide, The Little Book of Hindu Deities, and dammit if the kid isn’t right.
Often, when he is upset or has been in a screaming match with me and gets sent to his room, I will go up a few minutes later and find him surrounded by his books on Ganesh, Hanuman, and the Ramayana. He calls these his “God books.”
“Mommy,” he says, “I’m going to ask Ganesh to help me calm my body.”
Wouldn’t you know, it works.
The kid’s a better Hindu than I’ll ever be.