Sometimes I think that we are our own worst enemy. We can find fault in almost everything we do. We can feel frumpy and undesirable if we compare our looks and figure with the numerous celebrities featured on the covers of magazines as we check out of the grocery store. We can look at other blogs and wish that our homes looked like theirs, or that we could write like they can, or that we can take beautiful photographs like they do. It can go on and on.
We can compare our children with other people’s children, and assume that if we were better moms………wait, what does better mean?
When my children were very young I found myself comparing my abilities or lack of, with almost every mom that I met. I was so insecure. I felt so inadequate. When I look back on it, I think lack of sleep played a big part. I also felt very alone, and couldn’t find an older woman that could help me learn to do a better job in my role as a Christian wife and mother.
As time went on, and I learned more about what God says in His word, I began to accept myself, flaws and all. I did start reading books to help me learn how to be a better parent and wife, and my husband and I joined several Bible studies and took parenting courses. All of those things helped. But the bottom line was, and in fact still is, I am flawed. I am a sinner saved by grace. I need a Savior. Romans 3:21- 27. God presented Jesus as a sacrifice for my sins. How wonderful!
I also learned how dangerous and harmful it is to envy and covet.
A girlfriend helped me learn to laugh at some of my mistakes and shortcomings. That was so freeing!
I’d like to end this post with a true story.
God his given me many gifts, however, cooking is not one of them. Here’s a story in point. I received a phone call one morning from my son’s kindergarten teacher. She said that she just wanted to fill me in on something that happened because my son might be coming home quite upset. Each week she had been teaching the children about a color. They learn about flowers that had that color, uses for the color and foods that shared the color. She went on to explain to me that this was the last week, and they were talking about the color black. As she prepared to end the session, she asked if there was any example of a black food. She was very surprised to see a hand raised. That had not happened in the 20+ years she was teaching. It was my son. She asked him what food he thinking of that was black. He quickly and confidently answered, “Grilled cheese sandwiches.”
He had no idea why the other children were laughing at him and she was afraid he was quite offended.
I’m laughing about it even as I type it. My children thought all grilled cheese sandwiches were black on both sides! When I explained it to his teacher we both laughed, almost uncontrollably.
That experience actually helped me learn to laugh at myself more often!!
Let’s ease up on ourselves. Let’s give ourselves a break. It’s certainly a lot more fun than being our own worst enemies!!!!