Posted on July 2, 2011
i’ve read this quote a few times before on Ashley Ann’s blog “comparison is a thief of joy”. each time i read it. it feeds my soul. it’s what my very comparative heart needs to here. not comparison in a material sort of way. that just isn’t really my vice. but in this same way Ashley discusses in the post i linked to. comparing my abilities, my creativity, my photography, my style, my life to others. and then i get down and out about me and can’t enjoy the things i used to enjoy. comparison stinks.
i’ve always thought it a good idea to take similar photos of my guy in the same poses as i did my girl at any particular age. for comparison.
i can’t look at photos of rori from a certain time in her life and not just wish so deeply to return to that moment for just a second. just to be there and feel that way again. no matter how hard i want to recreate what it was like to be the mother of my 7 month old, first born, baby girl: i can’t.
i took this photo of my girl for her 1 year photos(this is just a screenshot from facebook…not very good file quality, i didn’t have the energy to track down the original file)
i recreated it for my boys 6 month photos.
I may never be able to get those old moments back. and the moments that we are living now, with my 7 month old, second-born baby boy and his rockin’ big sister can’t even compare to those old memories. however, in that same regard those old memories can’t even begin to compare to these moments either.
sometimes, it’s good to look back and remember. compare then to now. you can actually be filled with the joy of those memories as well as realize the joy of this moment.
comparison stinks. comparison can rob you of your joy.
but there is hope. comparison steals your joy, except when you don’t let it.
i need to tell myself this VERY often.
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