When was the last time someone told you they were proud of you.
I grew up in a family that never actually told me that they were proud of me. They just weren’t the cheerleading type. I guess they always assumed that we knew or that they didn’t have to tell us but it would have been nice to hear. When my sister died I found a piece of writing that she did for Grade 12 English class and she talked about how she felt that our Dad didn’t love her as much as our brother because she wasn’t as smart. It still hurts me to think that she thought that and I never knew. The sad thing is that Dad was proud of the type of person she had become. She was always there for him and he was thankful. I like to think that she knows now.
My friends tell me all the time how proud they are of me. How strong I am. It’s still a hard thing for me to wrap my head around. I went many years without anyone ever telling me so I can’t all of a sudden say “yeah, they should be proud”. I should be proud of MYSELF.