What makes me proud about my past,
is not my anger or shouting I pray those memories don't last.

It's not the laws I enforced in trying to shape my children,
trying to teach them to be good, not to sin.

It's not the punishments I had to enforce,
or the explaining I did till my voice got hoarse.

It's not the tears I shed at the end of each day,
as I feared I'd handled some incident the wrong way.

It's none of these and I'll tell you why,
though these were my sincerest effort, my heartfelt try.

What makes me proud is when my children come to me,
to ask me to pray with them for any difficulty.

This shows me I've set them on the right track,
they know God is the one who will give them what they lack.

They know I'm not perfect and made mistakes,
but calling on God to make it right is all it takes.

What makes me proud is I led them in the right direction,
because calling on God leads towards perfection.