Proud Moments

My second oldest son, age 18, came home yesterday from a job interview, excited to have landed a nice paying summer position at the Inn at a local university. He'll be setting up for banquets and weddings, serving, and taking luggage to rooms of guests. I was so proud of him as he recounted the interview process, and told me what he said and how he said it. (Women alone understand how important every minute detail of every conversation is.) I remember feeling the same pride when he received a scholarship letter from a desired college, threw a touchdown pass at the high school game, brought home a solid report card, recited all the prepositions in our little home school, mastered tying his shoe, learned to use the toilet, said 'Mama', and just layed there on the blanket 10 minutes after his own birth. Proud moments--isn't that just a delicious part of motherhood?