My proudest moment as a mom

This week's carnival theme is an easy one for me. I feel like I should always talk equally about both my children, much like I try to give them equal amounts of attention. But today, here, I will talk about my older child. My daughter.

Stinkerbell is my beauty. She is such a sensitive, caring, affectionate girl. Precocious, mature and witty, she surprises me every day. Her perceptive and inquisitive nature causes trouble sometimes, but her complete trust in her father and me allows her to accept the answers we give and the postponed answers we promise. In many ways, she is a lot like me. Good ways and bad.

Seeing one's self in your child guarantees a mixed bag of emotional reactions. For me, it gives me hope that maybe I can find greater love for myself in my heart.

But pride? In my daughter? duh.

If you've read my posts before, you know that brevity is not a strength of mine. So, naturally, I can't give you one moment that made me prouder than the rest. But I will keep it down to two.

First. My number one proudest moment happened Friday, April 27, 2007. My dear, special daughter prayed to Jesus to become Lord of her life. Her heart was filled with His love, and mine swelled with love and faith and pride and all-things-great-and-glorious-and-lovely. She has made the most important decision of her life.

Second. The only thing that comes even close to the above, is her fearless performance this past Saturday, singing in front of several hundred people. Fearless, I tell you. I encouraged her and bragged on her past the obnoxious point, and she ate it all up. The crowd thrilled her. Not a hint of nerves. She nailed it. Every note. Every syllable. Every bit of it.

I want to be my daughter.

When Lucky starts holding his own head up and says "mama", I'll write about him