I avoid the school run like the plague. Many reasons, not least the 3.30pm rain. It’s the feelings that it gives me. The comparisons.
“Comparison is the thief of joy” – Theodore Roosevelt
True, but luckily only momentarily. Watching the other children, growing, developing, reminds me of where we are. A quick stab to the heart, closely followed by another. Guilt. How dare I compare him? Measure him up against others? It’s tough watching his peers come on leaps and bounds, doing the things they ‘should’. It’s a stark reminder, a contrast.
Thankfully these feelings are fleeting. I practically run home, eager to have the ache in my heart erased. And it is. The second I see him, sprawled on the sofa or busy building a den, the wound is healed and all is right in my world. My eyes prick with tears; pride and guilt. I love him just the way he is, so why do these moments hurt so much?
Comparison is the thief of joy, but only if you let it.