I often have this epiphany on mornings I don’t drink my usual fill of chai before running off to work. When I was around 16 years old, I remember my mom’s complaints of a headache when she didn’t drink her cup of morning chai. As a teenager who was never into drinking the black tea with milk concoction, I would roll my eyes and shrug it off. I never understood how not having a measly cup of tea could give birth to a raging headache and through off her day. “It’s all in your head mom. It’s all psychological”, I used to tell her.
Fast forward 16 years and Mr. Caffeine and I have become acquainted on a first name basis. It’s a no win situation, so I’ve learned to embraced this necessary evil. But as limited as I would like to consider my dependence on this vicious fiend, I always happen to give in and lose the early morning battles.
Running late this morning, I walked out of my house without indulging on my trusted cup of tea. So I sit at my work desk nursing a headache on this muggy morning like a grumpy cat, and start thinking about my eye rolls and words to my mother from 16 years ago. I wish I could just pick up the phone and tell her that she was right when she swore that a cup of chai could set her day right. Wish I could tell her about the countless other realizations that I have time and again about the ways she thought, the words she spoke, and why she did things the way she did.
As teenagers, adolescents, and even sometimes as adults we tend to write off our parents’ words and experiences as not applicable to our generation and time. Our heads are ballooned up with a case of the superiority complex and we habitually complain about their inability to understand the challenges that our generation struggles with. And it isn’t until the adult life throws random punches at us from left and right and we find ourselves making choices similar to our parents’- do we realize the methods behind their madness. In this case, my unhappy mood over my missed cup of morning chai.