Among some my other more intellectual pursuits, I've become somewhat of an American Idol fan over the past couple seasons. The other night when Phil Phillips won this year's title, I was overcome with emotion. Ryan was already upstairs in bed. He wasn't there to hand me the box of Kleenex so I just sat and sobbed all over myself.
What got me was his parents. I was thinking about how proud they must be of their son. Why they named him Phillip Phillips is beyond me but I admire them for one thing - they raised a boy who obviously loves them. Phillip left the stage mid-song to join his family in the audience for a long and tight hug. It was beautiful.
I hope that I've been able to make my own parents even half that proud on one or more occasion. I know that I certainly gave them their share of grief over the years (and I'm truly very sorry guys) but I do know they love me. They're wonderful parents and I'm lucky to have them. I hope they realize just how much I love them too and am thankful for everything they do to for me and my growing family.
I know that I'll be filled with pride on many occasions as Ruby and baby boy grow up. As they find their way through life, I hope to be a compassionate and encouraging mom. I promise to do my best. Please hold me to it.
 |
| Who wouldn't be proud of this? |
No comments:
Post a Comment