I've had a reoccurring (recurring?) thought lately. I wonder what you think about it. I can only speak from my perspective and experience...let me explain:
As I look around at your lives, your houses, the clothes you wear, the cars you drive, the way you earn money, where you live...sometimes I am envious. Sometimes I wish I had your house, or your furniture, or your car, and especially your house keeper. :)
But this is the thought that keeps coming back to me: We all have the same life--it just looks different. We all (as mothers) love our children, clean the house, feed our families, get dressed, connect with other people, do laundry, try to stay healthy, enjoy having fun, wish for more sleep, etc.
We do the same things, we want the same things (love, acceptance, belonging, security, a clean house). We look different, our "things" look different, but our lives are the same.
Its nothing new or earth-shattering, but it simplifies it for me. My baseboards desperately need to be painted, my basement needs major TLC (more baseboard issues---calking---ugh), my mudroom still isn't finished a year after we started building it, Vic needs a new car in a big bad way, I may not have a solid, well-built home and the wardrobe I want but my life is exactly the same as yours. Food, shelter, water, love.
Same life. Different look.
Here are some of the looks of my life lately:
At the doc
Biking to church. Can't get photo to straighten. You'll have to tilt your head or your computer.
Just an ordinary October morning in Park City...
* Obviously there are exceptions to this. And I DID NOT feel this way for years after Lucy died. I felt my life was VERY different from most people. Just trying to survive and not lose my mind was my main goal. This is a huge generalization but it helps me realize we are all here trying to do our best and be happy and what we see on the outside is just an illusion.