It scarred me for life. To this day I come out in a nervous rash if I actually have to knock on a neighbour's or stranger's door and ask for something.
So when the old sponsorship form came home in my 4-year-old's kindy backpack, I almost lost the plot.
Putting on a brave face, I tried to explain how sponsorship works for his "Wheel-a-thon" event.
All he had to do was bike around the tennis court on his dinosaur-decorated balance bike for half an hour and people would pay him money that he then had to give to his kindy.
It was hard for him to get his head around that. He thought he could take the money and spend it at Paper Plus in Taradale on a brand new dinosaur. Sorry son.
So the form got stuck to the fridge and every day I looked at it and thought I had better ask some people to sponsor Raef, and every day I ignored that thought.
Then finally, on the morning of the big event, as if by some kind of miracle, there appeared four names on the form.
Aunties, uncles and grandparents had all donated $20 each to the cause. I know, I'm a terrible person, I forged their names and the amount they donated.
I even used different handwriting and different pens to make it seem legit. To granddad's credit, when I text him and told him he was sponsoring Raef $20 he coughed up the cash.
Grandads are good like that. Busy shy mums however are not. Note to self, I'd better start saving for that trip to Nepal right now because if I can't handle a 4-year-old's "Wheel-a-thon" I certainly won't be able to handle a teenager's overseas trip!
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