something i am proud of

Pride is such an interesting thing

because people can take pride in such different things.

I think the things that you are proud of

often reveal a lot about you.

So I wonder what my pictures this week

says about me. . .

Yes, surprise surprise.

I'm super proud of that little guy.

I made him you know.

I grew him in my tummy.

And I'm helping to mould him
into the charming, smiley little guy that he is today.

And just look how much he's changed and grown.
From one week old
to nine months old.
Isn't he clever?
Aren't I clever for helping?

Becoming a parent

seems to mean

that you stitch together a few dozen moments

each and every day

in which you feel stupidly proud.

But you see that patchwork quilt he's lying on.

I'm pretty proud of that too.

Because I made that as well.

I made that while I was still growing a Dollop in my belly.

I made it specially for my little Dollop.

And I still can't look at my little guy (that I made)

on that patchwork quilt (that I made)

without feeling a very warm feeling inside.

 

One of the things I love most

and continue to look forward to most 

about being a mummy

is seeing him achieve things.

I love his proud face.

The one he pulls when he gets a big woop

or a round of applause from us

for standing,

or waving,

or using his beaker.

I can't wait to see all the things in his future that make him proud.

And I hope that one day

 - and I know it's a long, long way in the future -

he might be proud of his mummy.

Maybe because she made him that quilt,

or perhaps, just because she made him.