Pride

I have spent some time at the soccer field expecting my son to kick a ball and run around. He sat on the sidelines eating the orange slices and distracting the rest of the kids.

I was the last parent in the pool during swim lessons because he was the only one that wouldn't let his parent exit the pool.

I spent many a days at daycare and school peeling him off of me and going to work with dried buggers and snot on my work clothes and sometimes slightly running mascara from leaving him.

There are a million other examples of my shy and clingy child. There are also a billion other examples of pride and love that I have felt toward him. So this might be a small reward but it filled me with such pride and joy to see his face when he talked about it and showed me his pride.

The 'award'. M brought this home with him. He received the most stickers in one month for being a good listener and a good helper at school.



The picture of the guy with his 2 cent prize. All of the only parent participating and snot melted away and I wanted to yell 'HA!' my kid did that! Yes a bit selfish but it felt good.