Trust Yourself, Believe in Yourself
Summer vacations were around the corner. Six-year-old Adny and his younger brother Bek, were already in a holiday mood. Adny had to prepare for a ’Show and Tell’ for his Grade 2 assignment in school. It was a new topic for him. Adny got cold feet and refused to prepare. With tears in his eyes, he said, I cannot do this.”
Alisha, Adny’s mom, sat next to him on the couch and told him a story; her story. She said to Adny, “Alright, let us not prepare. Do you want to hear a small story? This story is about mom and grandmother.”
Adny was relieved and excited. He adored grandmother.
A Cool Teenager
Alisha continued. “As a young girl, riding a motorized two-wheeler in the cantonment where I lived with my parents, I was a cool teenager.”
Adny’s eyes sparkled.
“Grandfather used to go to a different city for work every day. He would take a bus to go to work in the mornings, and return very late in the evenings. The arrangement made it possible for me and my younger brother to continue going to the school in our city. It was a very good school and my parents wanted us to continue our education there.
We saw our parents working hard, Adny. So, we wanted to help in whatever way we could. Grandmother would take care of the house. One of my chores was to go to the market and buy vegetables.
My dad had taught me how to ride a scooter. Not many teenage girls ventured out on their own. I was tall and strong and could manage the scooter well. Very well in fact, when dad was around to encourage me. His smile made me feel safe. I wanted to impress my mom and dad as much as I could, all the time.”
Alisha and Childhood
Alisha’s thoughts transported her in her childhood. She remembered, how different was the world outside. Mom and dad kept her in the oasis of love. Outside the oasis was a new world that she was trying to explore on her own.
Teenagers can be mean at times. Kids would stare at her when she took her scooter out. Some would laugh and the others offered snide comments at times. “Look at her!” she would hear. “Look how she will take that turn. I bet she will fall.” And so on, the comments would pour in.
Her tall frame made her strong physically. But as a young adolescent, who was just separating from childhood, she had not yet mentally grown up to be able to handle those comments.
Adny shook Alisha, “Mommy, tell me what happened after that.”
Alisha said, “One day, I went to the market with my mother.”
Alisha’s mother carries herself gracefully in her five feet and few inches tall frame.
“I was riding the scooter. Mom wanted to go to a store, so she parked the scooter on the side of the road, in front of the store. The parking area was down a slight slope, which meant I had to descend a few feet and park in between other vehicles, that ended up flanking her scooter closely, on both the sides.
It was difficult for me to park, but I managed anyway and went to the store. When mom finished her work, we came out of the shop. I could sense the eyes of the people standing there, who would see how I was going to take the scooter out of that crammed space, backward, on the rising slope. I had never done that. It was a nerve-racking situation for me. Just then, the ear-splitting sound of a boy’s laughter made my heart pound. With goosebumps and a red face, I felt diminished, exposed.
Self-doubt crippled me. I felt thrown in front of an audience, to perform without prior preparation. My legs trembled and I felt I was going to fail.
Adny, I turned around and told my mother, I will not be able to get the scooter out of this place. I cannot do this.
Grandmother said gently and firmly, “Who told you so?” She took her petite frame next to the scooter, yanked it off the stand, and gracefully rolled it back on that slope.”
Alisha’s mom had never handled a scooter in her life before that!
Adny burst into laughter. He started clapping his small hands.
“I walked awkwardly after her. Mother parked the scooter right in front of me and said, “Here you go. Start the scooter”.
Alisha saw Adny was listening very carefully.
“Without saying another word, mom walked around and stood next to the pillion seat, waiting for me to signal when to sit down.
I started the scooter quietly and reached home, blushing. Mom did not say anything, never even mentioned the incident, ever. No lectures were delivered, either on that day or afterwards. But, I never forgot the lesson.
Trust Yourself, Believe in Yourself
Never ever did I ever say again that I cannot do something, not even to myself. Without saying anything, mother taught me how important it is to believe in yourself, trust yourself.
Adny picked his notebook up and stood bolt upright that day to deliver his presentation, loud and clear. He has had many presentations in school after that day. Alisha never heard these words again “I cannot do this”.