When my sister, Julie, and I were growing up, on one occasion we composed a list that included everything that each of us was "better at" than the other one. My list included things like writing (more a function of the fact that I enjoyed it more than any actual skill) and playing the piano. Julie's list included running (we went to different high schools and each ran for our school's cross country and track teams, and I can attest that Julie beat me easily in every.single.race) and math. I remember being quite happy with the list that we had made, but when our mom found it, she was quite upset. I can't recall her exact words, but they were along the lines of, "You two should love each other, not compare yourselves to each other!"
Why do we compare? I think it is so easy to blame social media for this phenomenon, but my sister and I made our comparison list long before the days of the Internet. I think it is natural to compare. It is one of the basis of analysis - comparing and contrasting two similar (or opposing) items. We are taught in literature classes to compare across books and characters, and in expository writing to compare elements that we have observed. We teach our children to look at picture books and found the tallest, the shortest, the softest, the loudest item on a page. We compare products to find the best one. Comparison is part of life.
And yet, comparison of our own life to another's life is fraught with problems. I have been thinking about this sentiment this past week, as one of the blogs I follow has been doing a series on comparison and how comparison robs us of so much joy. We may be feeling quite satisfied and content, but when we suddenly see evidence of someone who is happier, thinner, prettier, wittier, more successful, or whatever the basis of comparison might be, we suddenly feel ashamed and miserable.
I am so guilty of this. I compare myself all of the time, on every dimension. Parenting? Someone else is doing a better job. Work? Someone else has published more. Personality? Someone else can connect with people easier. Housekeeping? Well, I have decided to just abdicate on that one. ;)
But I also think that we can draw false conclusions from our comparisons because we do not see the whole story. Others may be just as worried about their children, or work, or personality, or housekeeping as you are. People may be facing hidden demons or battles that they keep tucked away from the light of day.
In the end, I think my mom's words still have so much power - we should all strive to love each other, not compare. So instead of comparing ourselves on every dimension to another person - we instead could celebrate, lift up, respect, and, above all, love each person connected with us. And what a beautiful world that would be.