This morning I, unfortunately, was forced to run several errands. One of which was a trip to BJ's to purchase formula for Jayci. While there I ran into a rather eager mom carrying her cute little one in a fancyee sling. She asked how old my little one is, I smiled with pride and informed her that sweet Jayci is 7 months old (seriously?! already!?)
"Oh mine is 7 months old too!" She exclaimed with great excitement. "She crawls and walks and talks." She gushed on. "Just the other day, she said 'I want my bottle' and she walks a few steps every single day! Can you believe she knows how to open draws and cupboards too?! It's amazing, just amazing!" . . . I smiled politely, not sure how to respond to her exuberance. I felt slightly skeptical about her 7 month old speaking in complete sentences and running marathons but whatever.
And then it happened. She asked me: "What is yours doing?"
"Uh" I fumbled for a moment before responding that "she can sit up on her own?" That lady looked at me like my poor little girl was doomed for straight D's and auto mechanic classes . . .
Now I dont share this story because I am in any way worried about Jayci's development. She is bright and happy and aware and clearly just fine (besides with parents like us, she is obviously going to be ABOVE average ha). But I have been thinking all day about one of the most dangerous traps that women especially seem to fall into time and time again.
It's the trap of comparison. I mean, if we can't compare bikini bodies anymore (because I can pretty much guar-antee I have LOST that battle), then we should compare what cars we drive, what our houses look like, and (worst of all) what kind of parents we are. Or how our kids are performing. It never ends.
This is, quite honestly, one of my biggest struggles. I am SO bad about comparing myself to others, and it's a losing battle. What do I hope to accomplish by "winning' in these comparisons? Clearly nothing is won. Besides pride and a sense of self-worth which is based on fleeting standards which, when I think about it, don't mean much of anything at all.
As a mother, I am praying daily that Jayci will find her identity in Christ. That she will know, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that she is LOVED by her father and I. That she will know that WHO SHE IS is far more important than what she does or (especially!) what she looks like. If she can learn even from a young that it doesnt matter if she doesn't meet the world's standards of success and importance, then she will be leaps and bounds ahead of her mama in maturity and contentment. . .