Monday, November 4, 2013
I'm Proud Of Her
I had a conversation with the twelve year old last Friday that rocked my foundation a bit. I was once again so proud. So pleased that my child will seemingly talk to me about anything. As I've raised her (them) that has been a huge priority...talk to me. You can tell me anything. I won't judge. I won't yell. I won't get mad. Just talk to me. With that said...I felt like I had walked into some after school special.
I won't go into details, because the conversation involves more than just her, but I was so incredibly proud of her for telling me. I felt in that instant, that maybe I'm not the failure of a Mom that I worry I am half the time. This "almost teenager" crap is hard work, my friends. Hard. Work.
Today, this story got deeper. She took every ounce of courage that she had in her willowy little body and did the right thing. The hard thing. The challenging thing. I have no doubt that because of this act of bravery, she saved someone's life today.
Listen to your children, parents. Even if they jabber on endlessly about who wore what and who is dating who and how the fruit at lunch was gross and they never. seem. to. stop. talking. Listen to them. Because eventually...they won't be jabbering. There won't be an endless flow of girly chatter. They will be sharing with you a worry and a burden that is too large for them to carry by themselves. They will need your guidance and your support. They will need to be wrapped up in a huge hug and told "I'm proud of you. You did the right thing."