Today I went into the breakroom at work, and there was a church member talking to the ladies in there, and she was telling them about her daughter. I caught part of the conversation while washing my pump, and it took me a minute to realize that it was her daughter and not Mother Theresa she was talking about. Apparently her daughter has three children and is pregnant with #4, homeschools, bakes her own bread, grinds her own organic grain for her homemade bread, and mentors high risk kids. I'm positive there's more, but I left at that point.
Now, I have friends who are just like the daughter mentioned, and they are the kindest, sweetest people I know - just like I'm sure the daughter is. I'm also very happy for her that in her mom's eyes, she's apparently Super Mom (because honestly, don't we all want to be thought of that way by our moms??)But it made me wonder if this lady knew that not only was she making everyone else's kids seem inferior, but she was doing a pretty good job of giving another young mom (i.e. ME!!) a complex. I had to take a moment to remind myself that 1) how she lives her life has absolutely no bearing on how I live my life, and 2) I'm sure there are tons of things about me, when laid out like that, make me look beyond super awesome as well.
Later I went back in the breakroom to eat, and the mom was still in there, talking about herself this time. I realized then that the mom just likes to brag, and that made me feel better, too. It's crazy how no matter how old I get, or how many things I do, I still feel like a little kid playing pretend. Maybe one day I'll finally get over that.