Determined

I guess I knew all along that my daughter is a fighter. Since a week old, she endured catheter insertion and many needles pricking. Her cries, you know mean business. Either “mom you better strip off and start feeding me NOW”, or “I need my diapers changed!”

So over the weekend, I had an opportunity to witness Janice’s fighting spirit, in an environment unfamiliar to her. We brought her to the Marina Sq indoor playground. She went to the top to get her turn on the slide to find an over aged boy sitting there blocking the slide, bossing people around. She stood there and said “ehhhcu Meee (excuse me)” a couple of times to this boy more than 5 times her size. In a matter of seconds came flooded with many more children in all shapes and sizes, all bigger than she is. They crowded IN FRONT of her trying to make their way to the entrance of the slide. The little girl was so frustrated at these kids oblivious of what queuing up means. She start scratching her head vigorously, and let out this shout “arrrgggghhhhh”. Not whinging, no tears but a loud roar like shout. Even I was taken a back, so being the softie I tried to coax her to jump off the structure and come with me, she turned and looked at me “NO, the slide!” she found daddy’s hand reaching out to her in a distance, grabbed his hand and yanked herself forward past at least 4-5 kids, plonked herself on the slide and came down, satisfied.

She has decided she wanted to go on the slide. Determined she was, no one could stop her. Daddy was so proud of her.