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When Your Purpose Needs Some Breathing Room: A Midlife Crisis in Progress

It’s really, really hard to walk through this life without keeping tabs on other people. And I know I can tell you this because you understand what I’m talking about. That person clearly has more money than I do–look at that brand-new pool! Did you see that new SUV? Ugh. They better be in boatloads of debt or I’m going to hate myself. Or: That person was just awful to me. Why do people have to be so mean? Why should I bother being nice to him/her when s/he’s such an asshat?  Or: If I have to do ONE MORE LOAD OF LAUNDRY (substitute: wash one more dish, pay one more bill, make one more meal, schedule one more week) I am going to LOSE my MIND. Why doesn’t anybody else around here do as much as I do? Ugh, this house/our lives would fall apart if it weren’t for me. Or: No one told me marriage would be this hard. Honest to goodness, single people don’t know how good they have it. Why does that couple seem so happy…

A Little of This, a Touch of That

“See? They’re green around the middle.” “No, I think they’re gray.” “Well, where would she get gray eyes?” “My uncle has gray eyes. And didn’t your dad have gray eyes?” “No, they were green, Leah. Well…maybe more a green-gray…” David and I were sitting on our bed this morning staring at Quinn’s face while doing some mental DNA site mapping, when all the poor girl wanted was some stinking juice and breakfast, already. It’s a typical conversation for us, and one that I wish wouldn’t come up quite so often. Despite all my pre-children absolute refusal to do so, parenthood has turned us into Master Comparers: When Saoirse bends a ball around the backyard like Beckham, well, she has to take after her soccer player dad. When Quinn keeps crawling across the room to take a swim in the dog’s water dish, despite our interventions, it’s obvious she has my stubborn streak. Saoirse has her dad’s almond-shaped eyes and resembles her godmother Kayla when she was…