I’ve been blessed with two awesome parents and not many people can say that they’ve lucked out when it comes to their parental units. I’ve learnt most of my lessons from them and even though I’m one foot out of the nest, these two will always teach me something new.
Parents can pull the hat tricks you didn’t think were possible.
My parents before we introduced them to stress 🙂
My dad was born into humble circumstances, to a family who didn’t own much. What you wore, was what you owned. My paternal grandfather was a “bell boy”, in one of Cairo’s hotels. He would walk a long walk to work everyday, along the promenade by the Nile till he reached the nicer part of the city, to serve a younger, richer, conceited Egyptian elite. His aim was to send my dad through school, some months he could and others he couldn’t.
So, my dad was never afraid to work. I think growing up like this, made my dad take more chances. He didn’t have much to lose and he had a whole lot to prove. It’s because of this trait, that my dad, is able to pull hat tricks. It’s difficult to say no to a man who works to the bone and always pushes further.
think people, not systems, when you want stuff to work.
My mum grew up with the responsibility of a household, with younger siblings and going to school, young Egyptian girls were taught to take care of the home before themselves. Her dad was away for work, years and year at a time to send money, so she learnt to make do with the little time she had to herself. She’s resilient, resourceful and full of optimism.
My parents will never stop schooling me in life
A prime example happened late last week. I received a letter in the post saying that a part of my car was being recalled and they had to install an extra fuse, pronto. I had to book an appointment.
When you read “risk of fire“, your heart does a little stop and you start thumping numbers into your phone.
Earliest appointment was late December?
I protested and protested with the poor guy on the other end of the line, called about 25 different chains and was left with an appointment at the end of the year and a temperamental car. I walked into about 6 different workshops and showrooms, and was shown a database full of appointments. I tried bad cop, good cop, sweet cop, hell, even bribe cop, nothing worked.
Yesterday, it was my youngest brother’s birthday and after blowing out candles, eating cake and sipping tea, I got to have a catch up with my dad.
I said I couldn’t trust going out into my car and driving, if all I could think about was it spontaneously combusting while I’m on the motorway.
I insisted, as children do, that I had done everything I could and there physically wasn’t an earlier slot for my appointment. He told me to hand over my keys, be on my way and he’ll sort it out.
Hurdles are fun for my dad and I hope I’m genetically predisposed to this trait when I roll into my forties.
Today, on my desk at work, I see my phone buzz “Baba :)” so I sneak the headphone in my ear and answer: “Booked the appointment for 8am tomorrow. You can do anything you want in life, if you want it bad enough.” My dad pulls these tricks every time and while I know that my parents know best (sometimes… 🙂 ), it’s nice to have a reminder every now and then for when I forget.
The take away message
MY PARENTS, NO MATTER HOW OLD I GET, WILL ALWAYS BE ABLE TO SCHOOL ME
Over and out amigos.