Before I checked the challenge for today, I read the response from Suze over at Obsolete Childhood, and she makes a valid point; are we supposed to say which moment we are most proud of or for ourselves? Well, if I’m talking about of myself I’d have to say it’s the day I graduated from basic training in the Army, because it’s the hardest thing (so far) that I’ve ever done. Imagine being a woman, one that stands only 4’9″ making it through basic training, at a coed training facility, no less. Not that I didn’t get help and lots of encouragement along the way, I did. It was me, however, that managed to get through all the marches, tests and physical challenges that basic training involves. When the big guys marched, I was usually running to keep up. When the others at the gun range were shooting the targets effortlessly, I was struggling to see through the sweat rolling into my eyes and the too-large-for-me helmet falling down over them, yet I made it through with a sharpshooter badge. I remember being upset about my parents not attending my graduation ceremony, yet I understood they wanted to, just didn’t have the money to make the trip. As I stood with my fellow soldiers though, I was proud of my accomplishments and excited about the next step, which was AIT. Even though my Army “career” was short, I’m proud of every moment of the four and a half years I served and every accomplishment along the way.
Of course, I was proud every time the doctor handed me each of my three sons, the first one who looked so much like me when I finally got to see him, hours after his birth. I had to have C-sections for all of them, but that didn’t diminish the fact that I made them. Guess that means I was proud for myself? Not sure…, Suze is the expert on that one. Go read her blog after you read mine and see if you can make the distinction, my head is still a little fuzzy with this stupid cold or whatever that I have going on.
I never finished college, or got any fancy awards to brag about, simply getting my high school diploma was another proud moment I had in my life, because it almost didn’t happen. I think I squeezed by because I had some pretty sympathetic teachers and they really didn’t want to see me for another semester, lol. So that’s all, I look forward to reading all of yours and seeing how you handled this question for the day. It was hard for me because I can’t think straight, allergy meds do a number on my brain!! I’m off to church so see you guys later, on the patio!