My beautiful eleven year old told me she was proud of me today for managing to stay away from the 'disgusting cigarettes' as she calls them. I did a bit of a double take when she said that and questioned if she was serious. She gave me a look that I think only pre-teens can manage and said 'duh yeah'. Now, I know I'm not particularly old yet (still 9 days left of my 30's and I'm clinging on to each and every day) but I can only assume that the exasperated reply followed by a bone grinding hug means that yes, indeed, she is proud of me.
What more encouragement and support can a mum ask for than knowing that her child is actually proud of her? What a lovely way to end a pretty hard week.
Hope everyone has a lovely weekend and that the sun shines for you