Pride.

Another year. Another Pride parade.

God, how I love this day.

The color, the spectacle, the free swag!

We took the older two kids today. It was far too hot to bring the baby, so he stayed home with my mom.

The kids had a ball.

Hubby and I are exhausted and as I write this I am at our local Thai restaurant waiting for my take out. A bottle of wine and a movie await me at home.

Love to all.

Love yourself.

Love Pride.

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Pride.

Pride:

  • a high or inordinate opinion of one’s own dignity,importance, merit, or superiority, whether as cherished in the mind or as displayed in bearing, conduct, etc.
  • the state or feeling of being proud.
  • a becoming or dignified sense of what is due to oneself or one’s position or character; self-respect; self-esteem.
  • pleasure or satisfaction taken in something done by or belonging to oneself or believed to reflect credit upon oneself: civic pride
  • something that causes a person or persons to be proud: His art collection was the pride of the family
Every parent is proud of their kid.  I certainly am.  My daughter will be 4 years old in November and I’m already proud of everything she does.  I am proud that she can write her name.  I am proud that she can put on her shoes, take her clothes on and off without help, and do her business in the potty without supervision.
I am also proud to bring her to our city’s gay pride parade and see nothing but pure joy on her face at all the people dancing in the city and having fun.  She doesn’t know yet that there are people in this world who are prejudiced, who do not tolerate those that are different.
She is growing up learning that not only can a boy and girl get married, but so can two boys and so can two girls.
I take pride in the fact that I am raising my children to love everyone equally; to not be afraid of those who are different, and to embrace the rainbow they carry within them.
Happy Pride.