This afternoon we popped in to visit our good friends who have an 11 month old boy. We had not seen them for a while and I was looking forward to reconnecting. As we walked into their home we were greeted by their precious boy who was boldly walking. I was crushed. The old enemies - hurt, disappointment and sadness ambushed me. It took all my strength to hold it together and greet our friends. I am not jealous of their child, in fact, I was thrilled that he had started walking. Yet it reminded me that Matt is…different, that Matt’s life journey is going to be so different, and that this journey is hard and in some ways is always going to be hard.
I am still trying to make sense of all of this – how I can feel so positive about Matt when I compare my life to one person, and feel so down when I compare our lives to another. I know in my heart that comparing is Bad and Very Unhelpful. Most days I am safely able to interact with others without Comparing, but today I wasn’t.