Such An Honour

All my life, one of my plans has been to let my mom raise my kids exactly how she raised me. The way my mom brought me up was so cool. She wasn’t strict; there wasn’t a lot of advice here and there but I grew up to be like any good daughter. In fact, she was even talking about me today, and I couldn’t help but smile.

Anyway, just for context, I am part of the media team in my church, specifically in the media and publicity department. And each time, this particular little girl, I think she’s probably 5 or almost 6, sees me, she runs to hug me. To be honest, in the beginning, I thought she was mistaking me for someone because I didn’t know her. So I just hugged her and waved at her as she walked away.

It happened three consecutive times on different Sundays, which made me realize it wasn’t a mistake. So I asked what her name was, and that was when I realized she was actually our pastor’s daughter. I wasn’t even surprised I didn’t know my pastor’s daughter because I’m mostly focused on my camera throughout church service. And it’s always hard for me to even socialize after church because of the videos I have to edit.

So today, after we closed from church, I went to her mom to say hi, and as I was getting closer, she saw me from afar and came to hug me again. At this point, I was getting curious as to why she would always hug me. As if her mom heard my thoughts, she told me her daughter said she wants to be like me when she grows up.

I laughed it off because I thought it was a joke, but she maintained a straight face, and told me she was serious. I knelt down in front of the little girl and asked her why she wanted to be like me in the future, and she said because I’m very good (of course, I didn’t understand in the beginning). Her mom explained it to me.

Tell you what. I cried. Not in front of them, though. I rushed to the washroom to cry because deep down, I was struggling with certain responsibilities entrusted to me. But on the outside it looked all rosy, which I found very interesting, or should I say powerful? And weird enough, I was so happy after crying.

To be honest, I’ve heard people say they admire me and all, but this time, it was from a child, and that changed everything. This is actually the second time I’m hearing this from a child, and I must say, it makes me feel like Superwoman or bat woman. Okay, well, whoever is more powerful.