Endings, Beginnings and Tiger Mums
Apart from not posting about finishing exams back in October (passed everything, yay!) or the 8 weeks pre Internship placement I finished by early December. I have had lots to blog about but not much time or inclination which is slack but I’m trying to live with the guilt.
About to head off to Hawaii for a couple of weeks of R&R before starting doctoring in earnest. Can’t say I’m hysterically excited about work starting but that may be because this won’t be my first ‘real’ job (And I’m not always a glass is half-full kinda gal). Still, I think the hospital I’m going to (henceforth the House of God, thank you Samuel Shem) is quite a nice hospital staffed by competent and patient doctors (important when you’re a terrified junior medical officer).
On a completely different note, I read The Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother by Amy Chua yesterday. She sounded nuts. But she struck a chord with me and so many of my childhood memories of my mother and father and Chinese parenting. And despite having spent a good chunk of my childhood feeling a lot like Amy Chua’s daughter Louisa (I could never quite summon the quiet dignity of Chua’s elder daughter, Sophia) – the screaming matches between my mother and I are legendary (still!) – I think the basic tenet of choosing what is best for your children and moulding them is something I firmly agree with. I mean, we don’t allow 8 year olds to make their own medical choices or decide whether they should go to school or not; it’s not a huge stretch to decide they should have other skill-sets like learning a language or to play an instrument and giving them a choice about that does them a bit of a disservice. But that might be just me (and a whole bunch of ‘Asian’/Tiger mums!).
Note to any unborn child/ren of mine – the battle lines have been drawn 
