Greater Than, Less Than
By Heidi Rogers, mother of one
Have you ever noticed all the comparisons we make in a given day? We compare prices, movies, schools and doctors. And we also compare ourselves to others. We compare ourselves to Facebook friends posting pictures of themselves on their exotic summer vacation (yes, she’s wearing a bikini, and well) or other moms who blog about their latest craft, recipe or general spiritual accomplishment with their children. We even compare our children’s milestones to other children as we simply try to figure out what we should be doing to encourage their growth and learning.
I have to constantly remind myself people are different. I am different. My son is unique. We do things at our own pace and we do the best we can. Who does it really matter to if I don’t have an elaborate (or even balanced!) meal on the table every night? Who really cares if I feel comfortable in a bathing suit, let alone look good in one?
Me. I’m the one who cares. And I’m beginning to think I care too much. I make time for my son, my husband and myself everyday, placing importance on what I think is for the well-being of my family. Isn’t that what I should really be concerned with? I’m doing the best I can with what God’s given me. And it’s turned out pretty well so far, if I do say so myself. I think it’s time I gave myself a break from all the comparisons. -
By Heidi Rogers, mother of one
Have you ever noticed all the comparisons we make in a given day? We compare prices, movies, schools and doctors. And we also compare ourselves to others. We compare ourselves to Facebook friends posting pictures of themselves on their exotic summer vacation (yes, she’s wearing a bikini, and well) or other moms who blog about their latest craft, recipe or general spiritual accomplishment with their children. We even compare our children’s milestones to other children as we simply try to figure out what we should be doing to encourage their growth and learning.
I have to constantly remind myself people are different. I am different. My son is unique. We do things at our own pace and we do the best we can. Who does it really matter to if I don’t have an elaborate (or even balanced!) meal on the table every night? Who really cares if I feel comfortable in a bathing suit, let alone look good in one?
Me. I’m the one who cares. And I’m beginning to think I care too much. I make time for my son, my husband and myself everyday, placing importance on what I think is for the well-being of my family. Isn’t that what I should really be concerned with? I’m doing the best I can with what God’s given me. And it’s turned out pretty well so far, if I do say so myself. I think it’s time I gave myself a break from all the comparisons. -
