You may have to search way far back in your memory for this one, but inquiring minds want to know.

What was your first accomplishment - or achievement - that you are proud of?

learning to ride a two wheeler

trusting my body while it gave birth to my first child. the more i relaxed and opened to the process, the more efficient my labor became, helping me to birth a beautiful, healthy baby girl. this place of inner trust and knowing is something i return to sometimes when i feel out of kilter. i'm not sure if it was an accomplishment or a gift. i feel i cooperated with holy and sacred forces, and they saw us through.

Being born and taking my first breath of life. 

I really don't remember, but I'm sure it was an event to be proud of.  I was so eager to get here I was born in the hallway of the hospital.

This event made my mother so happy.  She says she always wanted a boy, she got my older brother, and a girl, that would be me.  After that no more children.  At 18 shortly after my arrival Mom had to have surgery that prevented any more children.  So she got exactly what she wanted.  She came from a family of seven children.  Guess she thought that was too many kids. 

Can you imagine having your first child at 16?  She married my dad at age 15.  Life was different in the 40s post WWII.  They are still married today after 62 years. Mom's turned 78 in January.  Dad was 87 in December and the baby of 13 children.

Dreamweever2's post reminded me of my independence trip with my three children.  After I was widowed while expecting my third child my family was smothering me.  I bought a new cargo van and had it decked out.  I picked out the interior and left the paint job up to a close friend.

After the van was ready for me to pick up from Houston and returned home, I loaded up a six month old daughter, a two year old son and my 10 year old daughter.  We left home and headed west all the way to CA stopping along the way at tourist sites.  From CA we headed north to Yellowstone Park.  Then we looped a different route home.  We were on the road for three weeks camping at KOA campsites.  I would know where the next KOA I planned to stop before heading out.  On one of the last legs of the trip I parked the van in front of a small town police station in a town square, because there was no KOA in the area.  We woke up to a small town America all around us.

The trip gave me the independence I was seeking.  My family figured if I could camp for 3 weeks with my children I would make it in life.  I learned being home with children is easier than being on the road, but I am so grateful for that trip.