Yesterday my mother said she enjoyed this blog. It's always heartwarming to receive compliments (there's a fine art to accepting them, although that's another story), especially from someone important in your life.
Talking later with Next Door Kate, she said that she remembers very well the first time her mother said she was proud of her, and how happy it made her feel. It was many years ago, but the sensation remains with her.
My former sailing partner and current mentor, Tony the Italian, noticed the importance of this while he was completing his course in counselling. And now, many of the people who seek his counselling services - he believes - have been denied praise from the most important person in their life. They're in a bit of a mess because this particular parent or hero has failed to acknowledge their achievement - no matter how many other people may give praise.
Tony is using his current degree to explore this hypothesis, and I'm looking forward to hearing his conclusions.
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