10 Habits of Happy Mothers: More on Refusing to Compete or Compare

Last time, we took a first look at competing and comparing and how we hurt ourselves by engaging in competitive tussles with other mothers. In the combox, Natalia made an important distinction:

Does comparison equal competition?
I struggled with this chapter because I felt I couldn't relate. Not because I don't compare myself to others, but because I don't feel that I compete. I wonder if it IS an American thing.( I always say that the reason why the Dominican Republic doesn't win anything in the Olympics is that we don't take things seriously enough. No baseball or soccer moms there!)
Anyhow, whether you call it competition or comparison, comparisons are deadly. When we compare, we always come out a loser. What a waste of precious energy! And what a missed opportunity to see, really see, what the Lord is doing in our own lives!
I don't want to sound as if I don't struggle with this. I struggle with envy. I see others and wish I had the talents they have, the house they have, the admiration they have. But I don't feel is a competition. I don't want to be better than they. I just want what they have, does that make sense?

I think her point makes perfect sense! And I also think it's an important distinction. When we compare, we often beat ourselves up and hold ourselves in contempt for not being what we perceive other people to be or having what we think they have. I think most of the damage done with comparing is done internally; we do it to ourselves.

When we compete, it often (always?) begins as a comparison, but we extend it and we try to be better (smarter, more organized, more efficient, thinner, prettier, more accomplished) than the person to whom we compare ourselves. We don't leave the thought at wishing we could have or be what they have; we want more than they have. We wrestle for position in our own eyes and the eyes of others. Dr. Meeker writes, "As moms we compete in two arenas, we have our lives as well as the lives of our kids to watch out for. Sometimes jealousy takes such a strong hold on us that we have difficulty having any good relationships with other mothers.  When we are jealous of other mothers because they seem to have life perfectly balanced or figured out, we find ourselves wanting to be with them and hating to be near them, all at the same time. We want to see how they do it, but since we feel that we can’t do what they do or have what they have, we leave angrier than ever. We always feel so inadequate or guilty when we are with them that we just scrap the whole friendship thing altogether."

I've seen this go very wrong. It begins as a friendship and there is some degree of mutual trust. Two women let each other into one another's intimate thoughts and hearts.  And then one or both of them begin to try to prove to the other (and to other people) that she is superior. Maybe it's really just that she's trying to prove it to herself. In the comparing and the competing, she tears the other woman down. She pounces on flaws--real or imagined-and exposes them. She relishes for a fleeting moment in feeling superior. But then she is left alone and lonely. The people around her are likely to recognize what happened and to steer clear. Who wants a friends who tears down the other women in her life? The friend she harmed establishes a firm boundary and holds her at a safe distance. In the end, she is left with bitterness. And not much else.

There are several ways the author suggests that we overcome competition. Before we put them into action, though, we have to discern that we don't want to compete. We have to believe that mothers and friends are better off if they cooperate. You can't hold on to competition with one hand and try to cooperate with the other. It doesn't work. And competition, fueled by inevitable anger, will win. Why do you want to compete? What will it gain you? If you have everything that other woman has and you succeed in besting her, where does that leave you? Is it really a better place?

Dr. Meeker suggests, among other things, that women focus on fullness instead of emptiness. This echoes the urgent call to gratitude so many women have heard and answered this year. Gratitude works. It blesses in friendships as in every other realm of our lives as women. When we focus on the fullness of our lives and the blessings other women are to us, we are liberated from the bondage of competition. 

In addition to gazing on what we have and intentionally giving thanks for it, Dr. Meeker challenges us to be kind. The habit of kindness and the power it has to bring about miracles in our lives is a favorite topic of mine. Dr. Meeker reminds us that,  Being kind to loved ones is easy, and it makes us feel good because when they are happier, we feel happier. Helping good friends and loved ones can be a bit self-serving because we usually reap great rewards for our kindness toward them. Either we directly benefit from it, or they return the favor. But the real test comes when we reach out on behalf of those we don’t really like. And most often we don’t really like the mothers whom we’re really jealous of. So if we want to get rid  of our jealousy, the best way to shovel out the rot of the feelings is to find something very nice to do for the other mother

I'm not sure that my experience bears out mothers not really liking the one whom who inspires feelings of jealousy or inferiority in their lives. I think it's very possible to want what a good friend has. The divergence comes in what happens next. If we are truly good friends, we don't tear her down in an effort to get it, even though we wish we had it. Instead, we are genuinely glad on her behalf. This is the point Natalia was making. All comparison isn't competition. I think comparing often leads us to feeling badly about ourselves. Competing invariably hurts both ourselves and the other woman. 

Regardless of the distinction, kindness is a good antidote both comparing and competing. Many a friendship, long, loyal, and self-sacrificing, rested at first on no thicker a foundation than a kind word. We can cultivate a habit of kind listening, where once we were mentally comparing and one-upping and planning the destruction (even a little) of the woman speaking. We can stretch to forgive and excuse and understand others, offering the genuine warmth of Christian charity. In behaving this way, we find ourselves shining the best light on our friends, rather than tearing them down. A corollary here is refusing to engage in gossip. Ever. Even if it costs the friendship if the third party, we can't allow ourselves to gossip about a mutual friend. Good friends don't do that. Happy mothers don't do that. Gossip invariably dissolves in bitter misery. 

Speaking of friends, my dear friend just walked in. And since this "laptop" is hogging all the table space, it's time to put it away and have lunch with a woman who has stood shoulder-to shoulder with me in the mommyhood since our big girls were not yet school-aged. I'm counting my blessings and she's on the list.

How about you?

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{{This post is the 8th in a series discussing The 10 Habits of Happy Mothers: Reclaiming our Passion, Purpose, and Sanity.}}

The rest of our discussions of  The 10 Habits of Happy Mothers: Reclaiming our Passion, Purpose, and Sanity can be found here. The first two conversations are 

Part 1(discussing Habit 1)

Part 2 (still discussing Habit 1)

Part 3 (still more on Habit 1)

Part 4 (Habit 2: key friendships)

Part 5 (Habit 2: your thoughts on friendship_

Part 6 (Habit 3: Value and Practice Faith)

Part 7(Habit 4: Say No to Competition)

 

Hard to Know What to Say

Large Child comes in the house and knows immediately that little siblings are in his room. Touching his stuff. He heads off with alacrity to catch them in the act.

Wait," I call. "Come back. Where are you going?"

"To get them out of my room. I hate when they're in my room and I'm not there."

"Hold on. How is that different from yesterday when I came out of my bathroom to find you sitting on my bed, with your snack on my nightstand, your computer in your lap and my remote in your hand and you said you didn't know I was there?"

"That was your room. It's a public access room."

"A public access room?"

"Yes. Every single one of us started out in that room. It was our room, too. We slept in that bed. We were fed and comforted in that room. So it's only natural that when we want to relax and eat and be comfortable, we go to your room. Because we've learned that it's ours. All of ours."

He's quick, that one.

Yarn Along on the Feast of the Triumph of the Cross

I have a new book to share today, a perfect book for this feast. The Queen and the Cats is the the story of St. Helena of Constantinople, who traveled to the Holy Land in 326 and supervised the excavation of the land where Jesus was buried. She is said to have found the cross on which Jesus died. 

This sweetly illustrated book, with large, easy-to-read font, tells St. Helena's tale through the eyes of a little girl who was in Cyprus when Queen Helena came to visit and brought a piece of the holy cross. The churches were overrun with vipers and it was the queen who provided a solution to the snake problem and made it safe to worship in the churches and monasteries once more.

The author wrote me this morning and offered this sweet deal: We’re offering an incentive to anyone who buys the book in the next three days (Tuesday, September 13, Wednesday, September 14 & Thursday, September 15th)! If they buy The Queen & the Cats in either format, email book@xistpublishing.com with your receipt and we’ll send a downloadable .pdf line-art coloring book version of the book. Buy both editions, (or multiple copies!) and we’ll also mail a postcard icon of Saint Helena. 

 

As for other yarns, knitting is painfully slow. The yellow tiny tea leaves is finished through the body but still needs a button band and sleeves. The red ruffle scarf is inching ever so slowly to that huge increase row where I'll go from 200 stitches to 600!. No chance I'm going to hit birthday deadlines. Oh, well.

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 God our Father, in obedience to you, your only Son accepted death on the cross for the salvation of mankind. We acknowledge the mystery of the cross on earth. May we receive the gift of redemption in heaven. We ask this through our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

Go visit Ginny for more yarns of both kinds. See you there!

 

Perfect, Part 2

This is Perfect Part 1

Thank you for all your kind words and your prayers yesterday. The secret was a huge success! I had envisioned slipping in and standing next to him as we watched the show, but I knew there could be production glitches that would call the whole thing off. Last week, I enlisted the help of our dear family friend, Frankie, who works in Mike's office. I shared the idea and asked him if he thought it too crazy. He was enthused and thought it might work, given a tidy production day. We both acknowledged that sometimes first days aren't all that tidy. The plan was to check in with Frankie around 2:00. If all was good, I'd hit the road. It's a bit more than an hour into the city from our house. 

At 11:46, my phone rang. It was Mike. I knew that they were shooting at noon. My stomach dropped and my heart leapt. I was sure something was terribly wrong. Why in the world would he call so close to "action" time? Because that's the time we exchanged our vows. He just wanted to say, "I still do."

We chatted for just a few minutes and I hung up very pleased that I was still keeping the secret.

At 2:00, I checked in with Frankie and he said there were some glitches but to come on. Patrick and I drove into the city and Paddy dropped me off at Mike's office at 3:30. Frankie met me in the lobby and helped me clear security. He explained that the glitch was pretty big and he was going to sit me in Mike's office until it was a good time to tell him I was there. I was a little bummed that I wouldn't see him, but really glad I'd enlisted Frankie's help. The last thing I wanted was to be in the way and I knew Frankie would keep me from doing that.

I sat at Mike's desk and doodled little notes and pictures on a notepad. I'm sure he'll smile when he goes to jot things today. I left yesterday's blog post up on his computer. And then, I started to get a little concerned. It was 10 minutes to air and I couldn't figure out how to work the TV on his office wall. How ironic would it be if I came all this way and missed the show? I texted home. My teenagers always help me with TV issues. No luck. So I stuck my head out the door and 'fessed up to all those TV guys that I couldn't even turn it on. After getting all tuned in, I settled in to watch the show. In his office. By myself.

But it was fine. I was pleasantly surprised by how much I liked the show (I'd had my doubts). Frankie checked in a couple times to tell me that the glitch was unglitching, but that Mike was crucial to making sure it all went well. At the end of the show, a huge cheer went up in the ESPN wing of the ABC building. And I think I heard an audbile collective sigh of relief. It was way fun to be there for that. 

After the show was over, Frankie insisted Mike come upstairs to his office. I'm pretty sure Mike was annoyed with Frankie;-). He opened the office door, saw me sitting there, and literally did a double take. A smile slowly spread all over his face and he said, "You're here. Wow. You're here." I explained the rest of the plan, shared that we had reservations at 7 and that he had plenty of time to do all the things he had to do. If we needed to go a little later, we could do that, too. Then I curled up in the corner with my Kindle and let him do his thing.

When he was satisfied that all was well with his corner of the television world., we walked to this restaurant, a block or so from the White House. On the way, Mike said he really couldn't believe I'd done this whole thing, that I'd appeared on this day. I was quiet and he went on to elaborate. You have fear of cities (um, yeah, that whole agorophobia thing). Today was the first day of full ballet and soccer driving--everybody has something. HOW did you manage that? (With fine-tuned precision and a lot of help). You were afraid that because the 10th anniversary of 9/11 was a Sunday, the new attack would come on the next day. (You knew that? I never said that! How did you know that? But, yeah, that was the big obstacle. And then I remembered that you flew the first day planes went up ten years ago and you have said ever since then that the terrorists win if we let them make our plans for us. So I did this for you. Because you're brave. I am not.)

Fear is a thief. I've allowed it to rob me far too many times.

After dinner, we walked in front of the White House and across Lafayette Square. I noted that there is an American Craft exhibit at the Renwick Gallery and promised myself to come back soon. Mike and I chatted about art, craft, and creativity. I'm grateful for a life that allows us both to do things we genuinely love to do. We went back to the studio and turned off all the lights. We gathered up the leftovers of the Georgetown Cupcakes emblazoned with the new show's logo and took them back to our kids. 

A perfect ending to a very sweet day.