Proud moments are in abundance with an awesome family such as mine. But then, I’m a little biased about the whole thing. I know many will see it as an easy answer, but I genuinely feel pride when think of the three most annoying, most fabulous kids. From one who reinvents cooking with random TikTok videos (and almost blowing the microwave up), to a Maltesers monster and a turtle-obsessed Ruthian. They each have their quirks, and it makes me so proud when I think about how well they are growing up in a not-so-normal family. So B, S, and R, this one is for you.
B = Future chef/programmer/RPG-playing person!
S = Dolphin trainer.
R = Post-apocalyptic zombie killer.
When I think about it, there are quite a few other people of whom I’m proud. I believe that in different stages of life, we have the privilege to experience that feeling towards someone. Although I may be divorced, there were moments where I was proud to be married to her. Such is the human condition, I suppose. Moving towards family, I am proud of the challenges my mother went through to hold the family together. Every day, I am proud of the small battles my son fights and the progress he makes. It’s quite peculiar, really. You can feel proud of a child standing up to a bully, even though you may not know that person.
It’s 3 am, and I probably shouldn’t be typing at this hour. My apologies for any errors in my previous response.
