The answer is... they're not.
Not all moments of perfection, that is.
Just recently, for example, I found myself under the effects of the little green monster, feeling jealous and inadequate when in came to how organized Carol seems to be when it comes to homeschooling M, the youngest beautiful Marine sister.
Fine, take a look at my desk and you'll see I'm a fairly "everything in its place" person, but I tend to have a bit of a competing for space mind, with ideas and plans clashing wildly about, hoping for first place in line. The idea of approaching each and every days' learning so methodically feels me with anxiety.
So when I heard about how Carol was doing it at their house, part of me thought, great. Now I get to fall flat on my face, trying to duplicate her efforts - inadvertently letting her create the standards by which we now are all judged.
It's that sort of background, low grumbly voice in your head that you're not supposed to publicly acknowlege. And yet it was there.... And I found myself feeling snide and small and competitive.
Granted, I was also able to sit on those feelings and work through them privately myself when we had our last family meeting. And lo and behold, they went away because Carol was just doing her thing and seemed to have no competitive agenda whatsoever. She just wanted to do a good job. And she is....
So that might sound like us running towards each other in a field of daisies in slow motion after all, but fear not, gentle reader, I'm sure there's more ick to come.
© 2007 Jennifer Newcomb Marine
Jill Davis Doughtie said...
I like the fields of daisies in slow motion stories. I know there are hard parts -- lots of them. But there are so few of the fields of daisy stories out there. I want more! :)