Are You Proud of You? Are you Proud of Me?
Be proud of yourself and some love from me today!
I worked my ass off to make my parents proud. Well, maybe not this actual ass, but you are picking up what I’m putting down. Overachievers put your hands up. I see you, and I know you’re out there working your asses off, or on (squats anyone?;) whichever you prefer.
I once asked one of my parents,
“Are you proud of me?”
And they didn’t answer but deflected and said,
“Well, you are a bit too determined.”
A bit too determined?
What the fuck does that mean? I didn’t even know what that meant. Still don’t, nor do I care to find out.
But it stuck with me. It became velcro, instead of teflon. Too determined? Were they proud, or not?
I had never heard either of my parents say they were proud of me. I had never asked, until this one time. And have never asked again.
And here I was, a woman in her thirties, well into her thirties, still asking for validation from my parents to know I had been doing “a good job” in life.
Had I done a good job in life so far?
