The Weird Concept of Pride

So, today in class we asked our students to journal about what they are proud of, and we wrote about it too.  I started with just a list before I settled in to explore one of them.  Here is my (surprisingly) short list:  my kids--the relationships I have with them, my extended family, my ability to use language, my career--for the most part.  That's all I could come up with.  Why?  In theory if someone asked me if there were a lot of things I'm proud of, I would have had a resounding "yes!"  But when it came to actually articulating what they are, I was stumped.

I'm not sure why this is so hard for me.  Pride is a weird concept or word.  I don't think I understand it the way a lot of other people do.  I don't take pride in others' accomplishments or abilities when I have nothing to be credited for regarding the accomplishment.  For example, I was watching America's Got Talent the other night and Heidi Klum was gushing over some act that has made it all the way to the semi finals, an act she has liked from the very beginning.  She said, "I'm so proud of you."  What does she have to do with how far they've come?  Does she means she's so happy for them?  That, I get, but she hasn't done anything to get them where they are.  I'm proud my dog, when he does a trick because I taught it to him, and his actually sitting down when I tell him to reflects on MY efforts.  Heidi Klum didn't have anything to do with how great that cute little girl belted out a power ballad.  

Am I wrong?