At the grand old age of 40 (well for the next six weeks anyway) you would think that I would feel all grown up and quite independent of my parents. The truth is that I still look to my parents for their approval. Not for everything - my mums face was a picture when she saw our holiday snaps, once she got over the shock of my wearing a bikini (too skimpy apparently) her eyes then stopped on the tattoo on my upper thigh! But for bigger more important things. Having them at my graduation earlier this year was a BIG thing for them and it was a BIG thing for me too, having them there. I know that at that moment that they were proud of me - I was fulfilling my promise; this was for them too.
As a parent myself I am extremely proud of both my kids. They are both very different but both wonderful and hopefully 'marked by my love' and definitely 'pride of my life.' I hope they do not feel that they are constantly having to seek my approval. I hope I tell them often enough how much I love them and how proud I am of them. (Not that they are perfect - know one is!!!)
God - Abba - Daddy. As a daughter of God, I know that I am loved. And I know that my heavenly daddy might not always be best pleased with me. Perhaps I ignore him too often, or I do and say things that must make him frown. But regardless I know he loves me. He is the parent I want to be.
"You are my Son, chosen and marked by my love, pride of my life."
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