When my mom legs were still unstable, I took my first wobbly steps out of the house to have lunch with a long time girlfriend. She was so happy with her sweet babe that was only a few months older than mine.
I looked at her partly in amazement and part pure jealously. All I've ever wanted was to be a wife and a mom. Ever. Now that my dream had arrived I wasn't sure I even like being a mom, this demanding little blob and I hadn't found our groove yet. My marriage seemed like something I would get to once I struggled out of this quicksand, and here she was, happy.
She let me cry, in the middle of pita jungle and share with her how jealous I was of her. She listened without judgement and hugged me. She told me it isn't always sunshine and lollipops for her either and that there were aspects of my life she too thought would make things easier. We were more like sisters than friends that day, opening our hearts to show each other we are just doing the best we can.
I was refreshed, I too could choose joy. I could smile more and talk more and sing more to my baby. Guess whose baby responded with joy? This gal.
Our sweet littles need us to be a shining example from day one. We can do it.
Comparison can be the theif or the greatest lesson for joy, be wise in how you invest your heart.