A Nasty Word (Comparisons Part 2)

Another reblog, following yesterday’s ‘Comparisons Part 1.’ One more tomorrow and then I’m done! Again, I think as parents we need to keep relearning this. I certainly do.

Mum in Zone One

Image Duvet in the kitchen – I bet this never happens in so-and-so’s kitchen!

I wrote a few posts ago about comparisons: comparing myself to people around me in order to make myself feel good,  aka pride.  But there’s also another type of comparison which also escalated to a new level when I became a mum.  I compare myself to people who I think are better than me, or better off than me.  This makes me feel insecure, anxious and, self-pitying.  I don’t mean my many friends who are more patient, kind or God-dependent than me – they’re my godly role-models.  I can thank God for what I see in them, and ask Him to make me more like that.  If I’m honest, what bothers me more is the other stuff – the mum whose house is spick-and-span; the mum who’s thin three weeks post-birth; the mum who remains serene whilst…

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Author: muminzoneone

Christian; Wife; Mother of 3.