Pride
I really don’t know what it is about the Elementary school’s “Pride” song that gets me so worked up, but I get teary every time. The chorus goes like this:
proud of where I’m going
proud of what I’m doing.
My life is my life,
I have the power to be.
I can reach my own brass ring,
and pull it for me.”
Forgetting the fact that most kids probably don’t understand the brass ring reference without it being explained, this is powerful stuff. WHY, I always wonder, through my tears, does it get me so much? Is it the fact that these affirmations are ones I am only beginning to truly believe at the age of 36? The fact that my schooling, especially my elementary years, installed the exact opposite belief in me? The interrelatedness of these two facts?
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