Their successes and my failures

I’m not sure what’s come over us, but the women at my church have been brutally honest lately – myself included. This epidemic seems to be spreading through the football moms as well. We’re all suddenly admitting our failures.

I’m not sure what sparked this onslaught of transparency, but it’s been astounding. The women I’ve always thought were the most together are openly telling me they feel like they’re totally dropping the ball in at least one area, or they’ve never been any good at something else.

What’s been the most eye opening about the entire thing is that they think it’s just them. Each one of us is looking at the other women around us, seeing only their successes. When we examine our own lives, we see only our failures.

Even if it’s only just in my little corner of the globe, it’s liberating to see the women around me to let themselves off the hook just a skosh. I love seeing our walls come down and to be able to just enjoy each other, to build each other back up.

Sure, we all have an area we could do better in. But we’re also a superwoman in our own way.