I'm not sure why, but whenever I try to find things about myself to be proud of or brag about, I feel like a tremendous wanker. This is why I end up being self-deprecating all the time. Sigh.
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Overall this blog is pretty pointless. But considering that many people start blogs and abandon them, the fact that I've kept a completely pointless, nicheless, personal blog about nothing, ticking over for several years is a small thing to be proud of. It's certainly nothing monumental, but at least I've made people smile or chuckle from time to time. Yes, I'm not exactly curing cancer, but with the over saturation of awful in our faces all the time, there's nothing wrong with it either. When I consider that I've done this without even having my own computer or laptop and amidst total chaos; the chaos that is my brain and the chaos that is this house and my family, it's actually not that easy.
It's a bit sort of obvious or predictable to say I'm proud of my family. My boys. But I really am. It's not that I think 'breeding', as I often hear it disparagingly called, is the epitome of achievement for anyone, particularly a woman. I don't.
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But at the same time, it often seems like something to be almost apologetic about. The old I'm 'just' a mother. Why shouldn't I be proud of being a mother? I'm a keenly aware that there are many people who desperately yearn to be a parent and can't for a myriad of reasons, so I'm grateful.
Some people could argue that almost anyone can make human beings, so it's not an achievement. That may be true, but bringing them up to be decent human beings is a whole other thing. And I may be a tad biased here, but I think my boys are turning out to be pretty decent human beings. So I'm proud. I don't claim to be a perfect mother, far from it, but I must have done something right.
I'm proud of the fact that I stumbled through life not even knowing I was on the spectrum until I was 40.
I'm proud of the fact that I never give up even if I've struggled a lot over the years with my anxiety. I try to see the funny, silly side of things even when things are a tiny bit shit. I don't see that as being negative. Quite the opposite. My philosophy is, that while my life may not always be perfect, I still haven't lost my sense of humour.
I'm proud of coping much better with things that scared me than I thought I would. Related: I was TERRIFIED of child birth. But I birthed four babies. One of them didn't survive. RIP my little angel baby 'Daniel'.
Without a doubt, I'm proud of beating cancer. I won't lie. Having seen many family members go through cancer, most of them sadly no longer with us, it's always been my deepest, darkest fear. Even a few years ago I could never have even dealt with the thought of a cancer diagnosis. But I did. And I guess I was 'lucky'. It seems that it was found relatively early and the overall prognosis is good. But even so, the fears still linger in the back of your mind. I'm coping with this the best I can. It's not easy, so I definitely deserve to be proud.
And I deserve that McMansion. Anyone have a spare one? No? How rude. HMPH.
So that was my attempt at being a tremendous wanker. Winning!
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What are you a tremendous wanker about? Oops, I mean what are you most proud of?
You're not a wanker at all! And you should definitely be proud of your achievements. I know what you mean though, I'm the same. I think it's an Aussie thing that we don't want to toot our own horns, haha. I'm proud to be raising a really well-behaved boy and that strangers often comment on his good manners. So I must be doing something right!
ReplyDeleteMost definitely you should be proud of beating cancer, and frankly, just of dealing with all the treatments with a pretty cheery outlook (at least on FB and the blog). It's a huge deal to keep picking yourself up (when physically wiped out).
ReplyDeleteI would also say, I wrote "pieces" when refering to items of clothing and chuckled away, thinking I'd made a secret joke with you in my head. Do some of your posts have a long reach, and not quickly forgotten. That has to be something to be proud off....
You are a champion. And now I can't get TISM's "Whaddareya, yob or wanker?" out of my head!!!!
ReplyDeleteYou are a gifted writer, with a knack for making us chuckle. Not to mention your photographic memory when it comes to anything related to the Carpenters. And your ability to zero in on CAKE is not to be taken lightly either! x
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