The other day I was speaking with someone and they off-handedly said,
“Your parents must be proud of you!”
And for a second, it seemed the air was sucked out of my lungs.
I couldn’t catch my breath.
My eyes stung with hot tears.
The pain twisted in my gut so sharp it was as if a knife had lodged beneath my diaphragm.
How do you tell someone who only sees the best in you. . .
“No. No, my parents would not be proud of me. Nothing I could ever accomplish would have made them proud of me.”
How do you convey to someone that your worth was nothing to your own parents? And why, after 51 years, does it still strike at unforseen moments such as a simple comment?
I pray that my children will always know that they are blessings to me and that I love them unconditionally.