That is the latest question from the 7 yr old.
Mama was a little dare devil, when she was young. Climbing trees was my forte. Girls are not supposed to climb trees..leave that for the boys…grrrr
once when grandma went to the market, I quickly climbed the mango tree infront of our house. I was sitting on top of the tree,relaxing and eating a fresh ripe mango. I knew grandma wouldn’t be home for at least an hour. Little did I know that she would forget her handbag and would return home soon. I looked down from the tree and saw my grandma waiting patiently with a nice rotan in her hand. There ws no way I was going to climb down and get beaten.. .. She didn’t utter a word.She just sat down, waiting for me to climb down. Battle of the wills.
Unfortunately anyone who ever climbed the mango tree would also know about red ants. It didn’t take too long before the ants made their battle field on my body. I tried to scratch and whack and push them off..there were thouands.. I couldn’t endure anymore biting and I climbed down.. I ran, grandma in close pursuit. Gosh even at the age of 50 she could run faster than me.. She whacked the life out of me. She also taught me my first lesson in Crisis Management.. trouble never goes away, it only gets bigger if you wait!!!
Although I was forbidden to climb trees I never stopped and succesfully broke all 5 left metatarsal bones, when I fell down from the same mango tree 2 years later.( I still think I only broke 1 by myslef and my mom’s beating that followed after the fall broke the rest!!!)
I am not scared of heights, not scared of insects/snakes/bugs etc. I am only scared of one thing.. Failure. I am so scared of failing. It is worst now.. Each interview I attend here is driving me down the road to depression. Some how the Canadians are good at making you think that you aren’t good enough.. How ever high I try to jump, they keep raising the bar. I am a medical doctor with a master’s degree, However Canadians are trying to make me believe that the only job i am capable of doing is cleaning their toilets.. How much more will they push me down?
Daughters of Tomorrow
good writing, if in canada they don’t allow u to practise, u should think of writting as a profession, think that in all hardships there is a message….u write very well!
thanks Ronnie for the encouraging remark.. Sometimes it is really hard.. sometimes I think i am mama mutant Ninja turtle!!!!
I do agree with Ronnie. You should write, you have that skill and I love and enjoy reading your post..infact everyday waiting for your post. It’s time to publish them..I often wonder how you remember all that minute details from the childhood..rememering all stories your grandma told you…For me too..my grandma and aunts have told lots stories..I don’t remember any of them well…
May be this time God is trying to make ypu being not afraid of failure anymore..to learn something from the failure..But I am sure it will pass and you will certainly find a job soon..Somhow I strogly feel that way. Till then your Kids will stay happy that Mom is there fulltime.
actually I quit searching for a job. I figured, there is no way i can afford to pay for childcare and go to work. Canadians aren’t magananimous when it comes to salary for their brown skinned new citizens!!. And i have three kids to think of.
I will grit my teeth and stay here another 999 days to change my kids passport from Malaysian to Canadian.. and I will go back..home
When the time comes for them to join uni.. I shall/will laugh..like a mad woman, when they pay local fees!!
Thank you for reading my blog and for s lovely comment
Sarah