So in my old ward there was a family I loathed. Okay, not really, they actually were wonderful people, it was just painful for me to watch them in sacrament meeting. All four of their kids (from ages 1 to 10) sat perfectly still and actually listened to the speakers - even the one year old!! They never had toys, paper, nothing. Then there was us - our whole row strewn with toys, food, crayons, you name it AND the kids still weren't being quiet.
Now fast forward to this Sunday. While listening to one of the speakers, I started to think about things we could be doing better as a family and felt guilt start to sink in for everything we aren't doing right. Then I looked over at my kids. Spencer was reading the Book of Mormon. He had just finished Words of Mormon in his personal reading (He is doing the Hinckley challenge). Ella was quietly sitting looking at BOM stories for kids and an ABC gospel book her Aunt Michelle made her one year for Christmas (thanks Michelle!). My kids were dressed really cute, hair was done, they were clean, etc. There were no toys strewn anywhere, everyone was calm, and I could actually listen.
In the row ahead of us there was a family with 3 children older than mine. One of the kids was playing solitaire with actual cards, one of the kids was on the floor having a fit, and one was playing solitaire on a Blackberry. Hair wasn't brushed, clothes were wrinkled. The mom kept looking back wistfully at us (I love that word). I totally recognized the look in her eye.
In that moment, it hit me. She probably thinks we are this amazing ideal family like I had thought of the family in my old ward. Judging by appearances, we were impressive. It made me laugh! If only she could have a glimpse into our crazy day to day life. This family just moved into our ward a couple of weeks ago and when she spoke I was really impressed with some of things they were doing daily with their kids that I want to emulate with mine. I guess the old adage is true - you really can't judge a book by its cover.
But more than that, that brief moment this Sunday took away a lot of the mommy guilt that I'm sure is familiar to many of you. I spend way too much time comparing myself (and my family) to other people - or I should say my perception of other people. I might all of this time been holding myself against a standard that wasn't ever really there except in my mind. It made me realize that we all, for the most part, are doing the best we can. And that's okay.
(If the girl in my ward ever starts reading my blog I will have to delete this post - I think she would die. They are really an amazing wonderful family - I think they were just having an off week this past Sunday)