comparison.
I think it’s safe to say that we’ve all dealt with some sort of comparison in our life—whether it’s something as simple as putting two shirts side by side and seeing which one is the better fit, or comparing yourself to a celebrity or someone you admire, we compare things all the time. Comparing is a nice tool we can use to eliminate an option so we can make a final decision, but it can also be a very bad thing, or so I found out this past week.
I won’t go into detail about my birth mother here, but obviously, I’m not living with her for a reason. So if you don’t know me, go ahead and let your imagination run free. But with every child comes a mother, and father. My father is no better than my mother. He basically told me, in a nutshell, that I am my mother’s child. And I quote from a lengthy email I received from him…
