Hey there! How was your Labor Day Weekend? Raise your hand if you had a blast with family and friends (and ate too much like I did). I haven’t posted a Personal post in a while. Maybe it’s because of a little writer’s block, a dash of busy, and a heap of insecurity (because, who am I to share these things?)
Can I be honest for a second, though? I think I might’ve mentioned this issue in a few other posts, but I want to share it with you again.
Nick and I took the girls out to Korth Park in Lake Mills the other day to take some portraits of the girls (sidenote—Esme is turning 1 in a few days! And NO, I can’t believe it!) and a new one of myself for the webstie because I can’t keep the same one for more than 2 months.
Isla was having the time of her little life on the new playground—and when Isla’s having fun, good luck intervening. She’s brave, strong, adventurous, and relentless. If there’s something to climb (and jump off of) she’ll be there, climbing and jumping.
Esme’s still my baby koala—clinging onto me every hour that she’s awake is exactly how she wants to spend every hour awake. Chasing Isla with an almost-toddler in tow is hard. So I yell—errr, call to her.
After retrieving our wild child, we tried taking some portraits of her (because that light was OOOOOF). And by that I mean, Nick chased her as she booked toward Rock Lake as fast as her little legs would carry her, shouting, “Water! Found you! I found you!”
She missed her nap, yet still had so much pent-up energy that if we let her, I’m sure she would have definitely made it across the foliage into the water. And tried as we may to get her in the light we wanted, this was the best we could get (that’s not red-faced screaming) (and yes, my heart still melted into a big puddle):
Anyways, the point of this post—what inspired the title ‘something we’re all guilty of’ is, it’s easy to look at a photo like this:
and think that everything’s peachy keen all the time. We’re guilty of comparing. But the reality is, that’s one picture. Most of them look like this (nose picking and all):
And then there’s more like this:
And then this:
And then tantrum-diffusing (“awww, look at the pretty leaves, honey! Aren’t they sooo pretty?):
And then the magic of making puppy friends (I can’t deal with this picture):
And then trying to help an almost 1-year-old walk to achieve Nick’s vision:
And then having success!:
The truth is, we are so happy. We are so blessed. Our family of four is the best thing I’ve ever been blessed with, and I’m blessed to have photos like this to celebrate this fleeting time forever, tantrums and failures alongside peace and successes.
Promise me though, that you’re not going to look at anyone’s Highlight Reel or general success, and feel insecure discouraged about the beauty in your own life. There are lots of goofy pictures and hard work that you might not see.
“Comparison is the thief of joy.” -Theodore Roosevelt
Find joy in yourself and what you have.