Being Proud...

Being prideful has always seemed to me the opposite of being humble. I like to show off my crafts, but I do it so that others might derive stimulation from the finished product as I do. To me, that doesn't seem like, "a feeling or deep pleasure or satisfaction derived from one's own achievements". When I listen to a song I made, I enjoy the feeling of the music. It affects me on a deep level, because the sound was tailor made for me.
 
My son was offered a flying scholarship at the RAF College at CRanwell (a bit like West Point) which would have see him through university, taught him to fly and put him on a fast track to sehior rank.

Just before he signed the papers he changed is mind and decided to be an enlisted man like his dad!

Disappointed yes, but inordinately proud that he regarded my life as his own goal.
 
My daughter, who has grown her business from nothing at all to a very successful one in the most arduous of circumstances at times, ...and also for being the hugely decent, lovely person that she is...
 
I remember as a child seeing working men walking or cycling off to work, and I'm told (although I don't remember it) that I once declared "You won't see me walking down the road with a 'piece box' under my arm". I never wanted to be as unambitious as my father or as accepting as my mother. I think that my parents wanted me and my siblings to succeed so that they could think "what good parents we are" rather than be proud of our achievements.

I've never really been content with what I've achieved, but I am proud of my children who are smarter and more sensible than I am.
 
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