As we finished isya and she folded her mukena, she came to me and looked at me, then whispered in tiny voice,
“Are you binung (bingung)?” since she caught me staring blankly.
“I am not feeling well,”
“Can I help you with anything? Do you want some tea?”
“Ya, i’ll make some tea later,”
“I’ll help you with it. With sugar or honey? Or without sugar?”
“Without sugar. Do you know which glass to use?”
“The green glass,”.
Then I just watched her doing it step by step in her own way.
While mine is put the tea bag on the glass, then fill it with hot water while hers is fill the glass with hot water then put the tea bag.
As her hand went up and down with the tea bag, she asked,
The glass didn’t have any handles on it, when she touched it she knew she couldn’t bring it to me.
I thought she would ask me to just go to the table and drink it there (i still sat on the sajadah), but instead she said,
“Wait, I need a tray to bring this, but where is it?”
(there’s usually a little tray for drinking glass on the table)
“In the drying rack, I washed it. Is it dried enough already?”
She took it and answered,
“Not really, but it’s fine”.
She put the tea on the tray and put it on the carpet.
One sip, it filled the whole body with warmth.
Listened to the empathetic tone. Listened to her offering help, even asked with some details. Watched her doing the task systematically and solved the problem well.
It was a joy that no kind of tangible achievement could give.
I once wrote last year, I have three qualities that become my compass in raising her. At the same time, Edward de Bono’s book become one of the on-going readings on the shelf.
Being shown that she displayed one of the qualities properly and showed that she knew how to think accordingly.
This is the kind of learning and training result that matters the most for me.
This might be just a simple thing for others, but this is the kind of event that could wipe all my worries tremendously for a while.
It was one of the moments that I could assure myself that she would be ok.