The Enemy Called Pride

Pride can be a good thing.  Pride motivates us to do well, become better, reach higher.


Pride keeps me as independent as I can be.  It pushes me to be strong and try harder.  It keeps me exercising, eating, taking on and finishing projects, going to doctor appointments, taking medicine, doing what I can to help myself each day.

Pride is positive when others are proud of us.  I don’t think we ever outgrow the desire for others to be proud of us.   It’s rewarding to see and feel the approval of those who love us when we have accomplished things, and it is richly satisfying to hear someone say the words “I’m proud of you.”


Pride is positive when we are proud of others.  We celebrate physical milestones of babies when they learn to crawl, stand and walk.  It’s  almost impossible not to cheer and applaud such victories.  When kids are young, we tell them we’re proud of them as a form of encouragement and positive reinforcement.  We push them to take pride in their schoolwork and performance in sports and other activities.  We reward graduations and give congratulations for new jobs.  We give handshakes, thumbs-up, high-fives and fist-bumps to those who have achieved good things.  We smile and are glad for them in their achievements.


But pride can go too far, crossing the line from being an asset to being a detriment.  Pride becomes negative when our pride of others leads us to take credit and be proud of ourselves for our contribution to their achievement, or pride from others causes our own pride to become inflated.  It can keep us from seeing our own faults, give us a false sense of importance, and prevent us from asking for help when we need it.  Pride can shift from satisfied to smug.

Pride kept me from using mobility equipment past the time I reasonably needed it.  Pride has put me in physically risky situations instead of asking for help from those who love me and are eager to assist me.  It keeps me from asking for help when I truly need it.  Pride keeps me from accepting offers of help or asking for help from other people when it might lighten the load for my husband.   By refusing help from others, my pride can keep possible blessings from them.  When I was able, I enjoyed helping others.  I must remember that other people might enjoy it too and see it as a positive thing to accept offers from others who are eager to lend a hand.

Pride can be both a positive and negative thing.  A balance of pride and humility must repeatedly be found.  I guess the line can be drawn where my pride crosses from helping others or me to inconveniencing or even hurting others, especially those I love.  When my actions stop making others proud of me and they are instead frustrated with me, I must see pride has gone too far and has become more foe than friend.  I have to recognize when it becomes an enemy.  I pray for a clear picture of where that line is and for the ability to stay on the correct side of it.

This is my view of how pride works in my life.  What about you?  What helps you stay grounded, keeping pride in the correct place?

About Climbing Downhill

Wife and mother of grown kids, in my 60's and dealing with MS, making life's moments count and trying to offer something of value to others along the way.
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12 Responses to The Enemy Called Pride

  1. chmjr2 says:

    “Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves; vanity, to what we would have others think of us.”
    Jane Austen

    I always liked this quote on pride.

  2. Declan Groeger says:

    Loved it and I can relate to every bit of it. I’m going to re-blog and see if my friends can see me.

  3. Declan Groeger says:

    Reblogged this on Accessibility Reports and commented:
    This is a re-blog but I can identify with every bit of it

    • I can relate to this very much; pride has been keeping me from doing something I enjoy very much so your post is very timely. For quite a few years I attended an annual spiritual retreat. Then when my MS became progressive and my symptoms were far more obvious and debilitating I stopped going and havent been for three years. I didnt want everyone to see me like this plus I would have to ask people for help all the time. A few weeks ago I had a lightbulb moment and realised I was denying myself a wonderful weekend of peace with friends. so I emailed a friend and asked if she would be prepared to go with me as friend/helper. She said she would be honoured! I discovered there were places left and we both went; it was last week and we had an absolutely wonderful time.
      I do believe this is all to do qith acceptance and is a personal process in that when we have had enough ‘pain’ we will change things enabling pride to fall away freely. I have already booked for next year!😊

      • Good for you, Christine! It’s often a hurdle to ask for help and you did it well, resulting in blessings for both you and your friend. Glad you went and are planning to go again.

  4. says:

    My age. I have always needed my family to help me. Now that I’m 60 and a grandmother, I feel I earned the help. That is also a trap, but now when I need help, I ask.

  5. Oh my. I battled with pride for many years over the use of mobility aids. A healthy looking 40yr old male shouldn’t need “stuff” to walk with. (I finally gave in)
    Funny thing, after several falls, my 83 yr old mother is now fighting pride to walk with a rollator.
    No matter our age–we still have pride!

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