A Sense of Pride

Whenever someone asks me what my proudest moment is, I draw a blank. Every. Gosh. Darn. Time. 

It’s not that I’m lacking in pride or haven’t had moments. I’ve worked hard at a lot of things in my life and feel proud when I make a goal or see someone I love do the same. But none of these moments leave me feeling any more proud than another. I don’t have a proudest moment. Instead, I have lots of moments that I remember with a sense of pride.A Sense of Pride


Learning how to roller skate for the first time when I was six years old.

Completing my first Volksmarch with my school (and having fun doing so) in third grade.

The one time I was in a spelling bee and finished in 22nd place at the age of 8. Not significant to many, but I felt amazing.

Trying out for the JV Poms and making the squad for my freshman year of high school.

Practicing over and over to be a cheerleader and making the JV squad my sophomore year of high school.

Learning how to play the flute and improving every year to the point of sitting second chair of concert band my junior year of high school. Then, being able to keep that seat despite multiple (over 20) challenges for my seat.

Despite not making the cheerleading squad again, picking myself up after the disappointment and using the energy to try for Drum Major my senior year and making it.

Working hard in high school and graduating top 10% in my class with a 3.5 gpa and the National Honor Society scholarship that year.

Being bold and different from others at my high school by going out-of-state to college at the University of Kansas (KU); alone, not knowing a single person.

Getting selected to be a campus tour guide at KU and serving in that role for 4 years. I enjoyed being able to share my love for the school with other prospective students.

Spending two years as a KU Basketball Ambassador working with Assistant Coach Steve Robinson to help recruit basketball players.

Interviewing for the Resident Assistant job at KU, a highly competitive process, and getting hired to do the job for two years. 

After struggling with grades during my first year of college (I didn’t know how to study and my freshman year was a crash course), working hard to pull up my grades to a 3.1 gpa. Not only that, being accepted into a graduate school program at Georgia Southern University to obtain my master’s in general/experimental psychology and being made a graduate assistant.

Struggling with school burn out and finishing a thesis that I lost passion in and graduating from Georgia Southern with my master’s. I didn’t give up.

Interviewing with lots of other people at a large Macy’s in New Jersey and getting hired as a management trainee. Then, within 6 months, I was promoted to a department manager with my own department…the quickest turnaround for any trainee at that time. 

Taking my first steps and learning to walk again six months after my suicide attempt.

Despite my fears, returning to the work force, this time in residential life at a university.

After dealing with stress and the realization that I needed a change, taking the leap of faith, not renewing my contract in residential life another year, to become an elementary school teacher. It took a lot of faith because I didn’t get hired as a teacher until the day before school started.

Deciding to let go of old fears and hurts, forgiving those who hurt me in the past and myself, so I could move forward in my life. 

Meeting a man and taking the chance that he and I could make it work despite living 1,000 miles apart.

Saying yes to that man, Chris, when he proposed marriage to me 6 months later, and again as we said our vows 9 months after the proposal.

Not giving up on having a baby after losing three. Continuing to have faith and hope in the future.

Looking into both of my daughter’s eyes the first time I saw them and knowing I helped bring them into the world.

Watching my girls every time they learn something new. 

Watching my girls comfort each other when one is upset.

Witnessing the love my girls share for each other and the friendship they have already developed.

Realizing that I am doing something right as a mom when my girls use good manners (even at 2 and 3) and show compassion and love for others.

My family!

And this is only the beginning and only a small sampling of my proudest moments. It doesn’t speak to all the pride I have in all the people I know, but it is enough for now.

What is a moment (s) in your life that has brought you pride?

This has been a Finish the Sentence Friday post. Today’s prompt was “My proudest moment was….”


About Denise

Hi! I'm Denise, a 40+ year old SAHM trying to navigate the world of motherhood. I blog about parenting, food, and have been featured a few times on BlogHer. I enjoys solving mysteries (Okay..reading mysteries or watching them on TV), cooking, and drinking way too much caffeine than I should. Basically, anything I needs to do to survive the toddler years.



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  1. Fantastic – what a wonderful journey. It’s nice getting to know more about you through your moments of accomplishment. These are all such wonderful things, both large and small, but all significant and part of who you are today.
    I am also bad at choosing just one of anything – favorites is my least favorite game.
    Just for one more weird coincidence, I also play(ed) the flute, sat high in my section, and ended up Drum Major my senior year. Creeeepy!
    Great post. I need to go finish mine.
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  2. A wonderful catalog of so many proud moments in your life! I also struggled to find just one proud moment in my life, and decided to focus on my family just like you. But you also had moments to share as part of your life journey that happened in the good times and bad. Thanks again, by the way, about sharing the positives that followed your suicide attempt. I truly respect and admire your openness and think that it could help others who are feeling the way that you felt. They can see how much joy can come after feeling so low…joy in family, friends, and in life overall!
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    1. It is really hard to find just one, isn’t it? Thank you so much for your positive comments. Yes, I hope others know that there is life and happiness after a suicide attempt.The path isn’t always easy at first, but taking things one day at a time helps tremendously.

  3. Such awesome moments Denise! Thank you for sharing them. All inspiring and so much to be proud of. And that family photo… LOVE! I especially relate to that feeling of drawing a blank when asked what your proudest moment is…
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