I’m a very proud daughter. The way you overcame many obstacles in your life before, during and after your pregnancy with me, made you into a woman who stands up for herself, who is very funny, intelligent and simply, a good soul.
We often tell one another how proud we are of each other, and I cannot think of a better person to be my mum. You are my confidante, my best friend and my rock.
Sometimes I wished I could give you the joy of being a grandmother. Sometimes I wished you could see me in a wedding dress. You would be quite OK with me wearing a feathery knee-length wedding dress matched with my tall, black Dr Martens boots. I know you would defend my alternative choice to anyone who questions my reasoning behind it.
You often tell me how proud you are of me in whatever I do. I cannot even begin telling you how proud I am of you instead.
Think of the many Skype sessions each morning. We have long chats about history, politics, society and religion at 8am most mornings, and can keep on talking about what we see happening around the world the following day too.
You taught me all about being independent, being true to myself, kindness, love, compassion, friendship, the Golden Rule, to work hard for what I believe in and/or dream of, to be proud of myself and to always say please or thank you.
So instead of telling others about the last time someone said they were proud of me, I wanted to thank you for all the goodness in the world that is… you.
Daily Prompt: Proud
When was the last time someone told you they were proud of you?
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