On today’s unpacking Fridays I and my friend Mary decided to travel through memory lane and share our first teachable moment together.
We all have that childhood friend, neighbour, cousin or even sibling we low key disliked and a silent competition always going on. This was the kid with good behaviour, great tastes and stellar academic grades. But what if you were that kid, the “good kid”. Mary was that kid for me and to my greatest surprise I too was her idea of “good kid”.
Mary and I have known each other since we were both 6 years old and since then our paths never separated. We shared a lot; both the good and the bad. But this story here is the one that actually brought us closer.
I first met Mary when I changed schools, I was introduced to her by mom as she already knew her. “Well, our moms were colleagues”. We really got along and had way too many playdates organised.
One day at school, we were being taught about different careers through a game. The teacher went around to each and every one of us asking us what our mothers did and how did we picture their professions are, then we would get a short explanation by the teacher about what it really is. When the teacher got to me she asked me what my mom did. My simple quick answer was “She does not work”. The teacher went on with her rounds and when done she asked the rest of the class to act as their mother’s professions and asked me to note down what everyone was doing. Trust my stubborn, big-headed self to have refused on the spot. Why did I refuse? you might ask. See, my mom is a medical doctor who had just happened to be in between jobs when this game was introduced to me, so with obvious reasons I refused to sit around and take notes of the different careers. I went on explaining to her that my mom is a medical doctor which she did not listen to and instead insisted asked me to take notes. This ended up in me and Mary throwing a fit and crying none stop till we were sent to the headmistress’s office. Did we stop crying? NO.
They ended up calling in our parents and that is when we explained all that had happened. After listening to the story, the headmistress’s reaction shook both of us. The lady paused and looked at us and said: “You were right to refuse to play this game”. She went on explaining to us that no one except us should put a limit on our career or life choices and that we can become all we want and even our parents cannot limit us.
Mary reminded me of this story about a week ago when I told her about the unpacking Fridays and how storytelling really scares me. She reminded me of the words of the headmistress and told me that I am the one to set limits to my writing. Thank you for reading and may this weekend open doors to unbound achievements.