There were some times in my life, when I was young (I mean literally young but not as young as a baby) that whenever ayah took us out to do household shopping, I prayed again and again that ayah would drive us to my favorite shhopping complex. But things weren’t always as beautiful as we hoped for, most of the time ayah took us to supermarket of his choice, obviously not that interesting as the one that I prayed hard for.
You know what, as a child it was hard for me to understand at first. I had always been asking and complaining why would he bring us to Senyum Suprmarket instead of Jusco, or kedai Leong intead of Giant but now as I grow up and become a mum, I do understand it, thoroughly.
Now that I have my own debit card, I keep my own cash, I am allowed to buy grocery of my choice by my husband, I have become slightly like ayah, that deepen my understanding of every choice he made, every cheap, dull but firm and long lasting thing he bought even when his children pointed to something colourful, more expensive and look vulnerable. Now when I made my shopping list, I go to the shop and supermarket to buy things, I do compare the price, quality here and there, how long it will be lasted, and that very much reminds me of ayah. I live very near to a big shopping complex, that sometimes in good weather me and my children would go there by walking but I don’t think it’s the best place for me to do shopping.
There is a phrase in the famous movie, Confession of A Shopaholic,
When I was a little girl,
there were real prices and mom prices.
Real prices got you shiny, sparkly things
that lasted three weeks,
and mom prices got you brown things
… that lasted forever.
As I grow up I realise not every pen I buy should be colourful as stabilo felt tip, or every shoes mus have big Nike trademark. Indeed ayah’s ballpoint faber castell pen priced RM0.80 or a pair of BATA he made me choose as my kasut raya serve me longer and at the end of the day made me happier.