Joy

Comparison is the thief of joy.

This is one of my favorite quotes. I don’t know who said it, but I repeat it to myself daily. I am unbelievably lucky to be a stay at home mom. When Marley was born it wasn’t even questioned — I stayed home. I have enjoyed every single moment. Don’t get me wrong, it is hard as heck and stressful, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I get to spend every day with my beautiful girls.

That being said, I am human. I sometimes find myself getting jealous of what other people have. I think what Jason and I could have if we were a two income family. A bigger house, nicer cars, fancy vacations, and so on. I think that it is natural for people to feel this way, but usually I feel like a complete ass for doing so. I try to remember to be thankful for what I have. I have a husband that works his butt off to give his ladies everything we want.

Comparison is the thief of joy.

I am sick of comparing myself to others. I am sick of looking past all of the joy in my life because I want more material things. Not anymore, I am making a conscience effort to be happy with what I have and be happy for what others have. I get to spend all day every day with my smart, beautiful daughters... and that is my joy.