Proud

This blog was never intended as a really personal account. As in details of my family and friends who I wouldn’t want to expose to the harshness of the web. But for once, I’ll let that slide. No names, no pack drill.

My daughter finished school today, apart from exams and then on to college in autumn. It doesn’t seem a moment ago that I was taking photos of her on her first day at primary, and there I was tonight doing the same thing as she was ready to leave for her prom.

Pride is one of the seven deadly sins, or so we are taught. Maybe so when it’s personal, as in yourself. My pride tonight wasn’t for me, but for her, a confident young woman entering the real world and equipped to deal with it. Me and Mrs P are happy to take some of the credit, but most must go to Bee.

Yes, I’m proud that we have raised such a beautiful and well-adjusted child, but more so that that, a child who has overcome such ill-adjusted parents to complete the journey.

And on that ‘John Boy’ moment, I’ll end. Except to say, “Good on yer Bee.”

Nobody’s prefect. If you find any spelling mistakes or other errors in this post, please let me know by highlighting the text and pressing Ctrl+Enter.

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