“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!”
So, even though it's really a moment of being proud of someone else, I am proud of myself, and their dad, for raising three strong, resilient, caring people. We definitely weren't perfect parents, but we must have done something right. And I think it was the fact that we both loved them more than life itself- loved being around them, loved talking to them, loved listening to them, loved having fun with them- and we were fiercely protective of their well-being. And they knew it. I think that was the key. They knew it.
I know most mothers will say this, but I am completely in awe of all three of them.