A healthy sense of pride can only be born of true love, thus pride spawning from wounded egos and self-serving desires can only bring destruction and shame on the God they claim to serve. Thus before we talk of having pride in our boys, let us ask if they are acting from a sense of deep and abiding love or if they have filled their hearts with anger and vitriol.
I am proud of my boys, all of them, for they can equally be the voice of protection for any gender or ethnicity - for they grew up with a sense of fair play and a passion for being a humane human.
I am proud of my boys not for their academic achievements, though they have done well, yet because they seek real balance in a world of those who stoke hate at the expense of it.
I am reminded by my father's words, that pride is a sin. It is a sin when it lures us to place ourselves above others, for all are sacred under heaven. Yet I feel a rising sense of contentment when they are the kind of men who can show real empathy for the needs of others, when they can shift their sense of perspective to walk in the shoes of others. I feel that I've done my mother's job well when they can use logic and heart to pour water on the hell-fires of hate. I feel warm within when they use their voices to protect the rights of others, especially women and girls. Each of them has the courage to ask what real fairness is, for themselves and every soul in this world, even when the answers are difficult. So perhaps instead of the old fashioned interpretation of pride, I will say I am a lioness and my sons are my pride, my family.
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