I have all sorts of emotions, at any time of the day.
I’m joyful. I’m sad. I’m happy. I’m mad. (This sounds like a children’s book.)
But to say all this, you already know it. We are human. We feel.
I got overwhelmed by all the feels this past week. End of the school year. Excited to be with all three kids. Overwhelmed to be with all three kids, all day. I need a schedule. I’m terrible at following schedules. I need freedom. I felt so frustrated. I was quitting before I had even started.
Comparison has been a slow killer these past couple of weeks. Friends doing new things, working, not working, teaching their kids, organizing their homes, and I’m here killing it. Or so I thought.
Life looks different for all of us. One area we may be flourishing, and another not so much. We all have those glamorous sides where we are rocking it, and those areas we sweep under the rug or push in the closet for one more day, laundry anyone?
With this heart of comparison, I had to take a step back. What was going on? Comparison was killing my joy and making me exhausted. Because I cannot be the best at everything, in every area. It’s not possible.
I’m realizing it was comparison as I write this. Sometimes getting it out, brings new light.
So our goal for the summer, I made this up last night, is to play, rest, and relax together. Because we love being together.
I’m okay that I compared my motherhood to someone else’s motherhood, because this is where I get to write from. A place of truth, authenticity. In that I want to remind myself and maybe you, we don’t have to be anyone else, our people in this case my kids don’t want anyone else, they want us. All of us. Present. Whole. Completely imperfect.
Lord help us embrace ourselves.