Feature Friday | Proudest Parenting Moments

Have I mentioned how much I love Feature Friday every week? It’s the perfect way to end out a week…introducing my readers to some of my favorite bloggers; meeting new bloggers coming over to visit from other sites; being able to take the day “off” from blogging (if you can call it that) because I have someone else writing killer content for me. It’s a win-win-win. This week’s blogger is a somewhat new read for me, but one that sucked me in from the very beginning. I discovered Yuliya and her blog She Suggests a few months ago from a tweet that directed me to this hilarious post on How to Win at Blogging. As someone who is constantly looking to stay ahead of the curve in the blog world, I jumped on this like white on rice (don’t hate on the Southern analogies, please) and never looked back. Yuliya’s blog is fun, upbeat, and honest. She spills it (it=whatever is currently on her mind) and never apologizes for it. She’s one you’ll definitely want to add to your reader. Make her feel welcome!

My name is Yuliya (it rhymes with Gulia), and I’m Ukraine-born, San Francisco raised and (currently) struggling to stay sane in the suburbs of the Biggest Little City. My blog is a sassy chronicle of the ‘struggles’ in my life as wife of an android & as a semi-crunchy mommy to two babies: one human, one canine.

My Proudest Parenting Moment (Thus Far)

Before you became a parent you may have studied skimmed the “developmental milestones” section of the parenting manual and giddily anticipated those moments you knew you’d be proud of…when your child would roll over, eat with a spoon, take her first steps, that kind of thing.

If you’re like me and are hoping to live vicariously through your child, you may also dream of the day she does things you never did. Like graduate from visit an Ivy league university, memorize the state capitols or ride a bike.

Then there are moments that you didn’t even know would be ones worthy of a Facebook status update until they happen and your eyes well up with pride. The first time they inventively saddle the dog and yell “horsie…”

The first time they “help” you in the kitchen…

And of course the first time they wipe their own butt! (I may or may not be planning a flipbook dedicated to that last accomplishment)

I recently experienced such a moment.

My husband and I were sitting on the couch with Aliza our twenty three month old (it’s very important to note these accomplishments in months so as to sound more impressive.) She announced that she had “BOOGIES” and proceeded to very loudly and very effectively blow her own nose.

“Wow” we encouraged her “what a good job you’re doing” and “hold on let’s call Harvard early admissions Grandma so she can hear this.”

Aliza eyed us suspiciously, “You people are really excited about this snot business…” her eyes seemed to say.

Yes, it might not be the most conventional thing to be proud of and I can’t even imagine how ridiculous we would have seemed to our former child-free selves, sitting there utterly amazed over someone blowing their nose, but the tears really did well up and the pride I felt was undeniable.