Pride
Weekends seems to pass more quickly these days. For my bug, I fear they are not passing quickly enough.
I find myself frequently exhibiting pride in my children. This pride is born out of love. Most often the pride comes from seeing a job well done, a moment of intellectual growth, and a shared connection in humor.
This weekend, I learned that bug was subjected to more of the same abusive interaction from her step-monster fighting with bug's dad. Mud-slinging and who knows what else. Step-monster came into bug's room and ripped the covers off her, yelling at her to "get up". Bug was "hiding" in the covers; she didn't want to be in the middle of the fighting. Bug had enough. She stood up for herself, exclaiming, "I am sick of this and I'm tired of being here", referring to the nasty fighting scene. It never stops over there.
A new sense of pride, in my child, bloomed. This pride, out of respect. Respect for her bravery to stand up to Spawn of Satan and speak her mind. Such courage it must have taken. I know it well, as I have done the same. It's a rough place to be. I am more proud of my little girl for finding her voice and using it, than every other bit of pride ever rewarded before.
I will continue to be a proud mama, love my bug for all she is and shares, but today, I carry a new sense of pride. She will carry on, strong and determined, not pushed around, not a victim. Ever!
I find myself frequently exhibiting pride in my children. This pride is born out of love. Most often the pride comes from seeing a job well done, a moment of intellectual growth, and a shared connection in humor.
This weekend, I learned that bug was subjected to more of the same abusive interaction from her step-monster fighting with bug's dad. Mud-slinging and who knows what else. Step-monster came into bug's room and ripped the covers off her, yelling at her to "get up". Bug was "hiding" in the covers; she didn't want to be in the middle of the fighting. Bug had enough. She stood up for herself, exclaiming, "I am sick of this and I'm tired of being here", referring to the nasty fighting scene. It never stops over there.
A new sense of pride, in my child, bloomed. This pride, out of respect. Respect for her bravery to stand up to Spawn of Satan and speak her mind. Such courage it must have taken. I know it well, as I have done the same. It's a rough place to be. I am more proud of my little girl for finding her voice and using it, than every other bit of pride ever rewarded before.
I will continue to be a proud mama, love my bug for all she is and shares, but today, I carry a new sense of pride. She will carry on, strong and determined, not pushed around, not a victim. Ever!