Funny how inherently attached to our children we are. The pride we feel in their accomplishments is almost as if we are the one who achieved the goal. When they fail we experience the pain as much as they do, possibly more intensely.

I know that people think that I talk about my kids a lot, but they can't comprehend the depth of my pride in them. They don't realize where I came from or what challenges I faced to reach the person I have become. That my children are whole, healthy and highly functioning people is perhaps MY greatest triumph.

The youngest is about as sweet as they come, but he is also very competitive and very gifted athletically. He started lacrosse this May is really quite outstanding at the game. Not only does he play well he is also very fair minded and will stop and help someone up when they fall. He stands out during the games and has been awarded MVP in all of the games he has played in. He started soccer last night and once again dominated the field scored 3 of the 4 goals and was chosen Player of the Game. I was just about busting with pride!

Is it wrong that my identity is so tied to who they are and will become??