Comparison

I was talking to a girlfriend the other day about when we were newly married. We talked about the danger of comparing your husbands to other husbands, boyfriends or men in general. I have been thinking about this a lot. Not necessarily comparing husbands but comparing in general. I think that there are SO many ways we do this and all it does is bring discontentment. We compare our bodies, husbands, houses, kids, skills, etc. I mean really, I could go on and on. RIGHT? 

One area that I was comparing without realizing what I was doing was my family. I want and have always wanted my family to be a certain way. I want them to be close, to spend a lot of time together, to communicate, support each other, etc. If these expectations aren't met a certain way or in ways that I feel a family should function then I am frustrated with how my family has functioned. More recently I feel like I have started to view the dynamic differently. One, start taking responsibility and create opportunity to spend time together. Two, accept others for who they are. I think that by comparing my family to someone else's family I wasn't allowing them to be who they are. There are some things that can be worked out and hopefully some day will be but they are mine and I need to learn to meet them where they are. I have to end this with saying that when I really evaluate my family I feel very blessed. I have wonderful, amazing sisters. Wonderful & amazing doesn't do it justice. I do have a family that is close, that is supportive.  I think for me the realization is that more then anything else I will always have my sisters, they are my family. I love you all and thank God for making you my sisters.