My extended family has about a 100 Chartered Accountants (the CPA equivalent, for the Americans among us), including my dad, so somehow I always knew that’s what I wanted to be. A couple of years ago, a distant cousin came upto me at a wedding and said “You are my role-model”. For a second there I was thrown and looked around the room. When I realised she was talking to me, I preened a little, because I thought she was referring to my figure (by some miracle my mom had helped me achieve a figure that was better than my pre-baby one, 6 weeks after delivery!). Then she gushed “You are the first girl C.A. in our family and I intend to be the second” and sighed. Yes, we have women who are doctors, engineers, entrepreneurs and lots of other high-flying stuff in our family, however not one women CA!
Over the next two years when I felt particularly low – physically (I put on 20 pounds post-business), emotionally (working with your husband has it’s downsides) or careerwise (I can’t begin to tell you how I messed up) – I would cheer myself up by reliving those few moments when I was a role- MODEL (get the emphasis).
Well, this last week I was at a family friend’s wedding when I met a girl, let’s call her A, who I used to babysit for in school. 10 years down the line she was still super cute and friendly. This is the conversation we had:
A’s mom: A’s always talking about you and how you’re her role-model
A: I just finished my CPA and post graduation in accounting. I’m starting with E&Y next month, just like you (I did my articleship with E&Y, ages back). I want to be just like you. Have a career, gorgeous husband and cute babies. I’m going to come to you for tips.
Me (with the rapidly swelling head): You’re too sweet, I’m sure you’ll do better than me. Call me anytime, I’d love to help out.
A: Thanks N. Oh! by the way when did you get so fat?! You still look really pretty though.
The instant fall from cloud 9 to ground 0 was quick and unexpected. Pride does (literally) come before a fall. Fortunately, I knew this girl since she was a toddler and really didn’t really feel too bad. My role-(non) model head did immediately deflate and I was back to my old humble self.
Have you ever been in a similar Pride to Fall situation? Or are you mature enough to take the good and the bad with your equilibrium intact?