Occasionally I feel this obnoxious tendency to compare myself to others. I know I'm not alone. It seems an epidemic among young mothers. It doesn't matter if she works or stays at home; nobody is immune to the Green Eyed Monster.
What really aggravates me about jealousy is that I don't catch it right away. I'll be well into my inner tantrum; thinking the worst about my own situation and realizing the impossible chasm envy creates. Then when I realize what's going on I'm down on myself for being so petty! Sheesh!
My only hope, my only sense of peace comes from thinking that each day I mature. Every inner battle I have I'm closer to recognizing Greenie sooner and see him for what he really is-a distraction.
I have a lot to offer this world. I have a lot to offer my family. I really don't care if Tootsie can run 5 marathons in two months or how many words Barbie's kid Cletis can spout. I'm on my own path here and I rather like it.