Often when I step out of my ordinary life in a positive way, I think that my mother would be proud of me. I don’t want to admit that I am proud of myself, especially if what I have done is trivial but it makes me a little bit happy to think that my mother would be proud. I’ve definitely brought plenty of shame, shock, disappointment and anger into my family so it’s nice that every now and then I can bring something positive.
I brag about it too. I casually tell my mother what I have done, as if it’s no big deal and I hear some excitement and happiness in her voice. It’s just pretty sad that what I brag about isn’t anything like, “I’m going back to university” or “I’ve got a job”, it’s more like, “I drove to a completely different shopping area today, just to get out of the house.”
Some idiot almost drove into me on my way home. I probably wont tell my mother about that!