Just the other day, I was thinking, how incredible it is to have friends who are mothers’.
…you can relate with them, throw around ideas on coping with different life stages, or get honest advice from someone who has been in your shoes. The sense of not being alone as a mother is vital, and having this in a friendship is priceless.
On the other hand, these relationships between mothers can also be faulty. I’m finding myself in a continual battle, being forever reminded that every child is different. You hear their milestone stories and you can’t help but stack your babes up, ensuring they are matching up to others. You worry, you analyze and over think.
Not cool folks, not cool at all.
I’m putting myself out there right now, telling you all that I judge my child’s progress on others. I am sure I am not alone. And although this is not horrible, I have finally figured out what this all means, as it actually has NOTHING to do with my child. It means I am human. It means I have a fear of failing my child, not giving them enough to succeed in life. It means the issue lays within me. The fear itself has nothing to do with our children and their life’s progress and everything to do with ourselves and how we are doing as parents.
From today on Sofia will be stacked up to nobody, measuring success does not have to do with comparing against others. I have complete faith and confidence that I am doing all I can as a mother to ensure she is on her best life’s path, first with being loved and cared for unconditionally and giving her all she needs to discover and challenge herself daily.
I am the best mother for Sofia.