I'm Kristin.  I am a wife, designer, Christian and for now a SAHM.  My husband and I are parents to three kids- Dylan Archer, Kyler Jude and Noelle Rose. Despite the name, this isn’t a mommy blog and you won’t find sponsored content here. Ultimately my goal is to leave it as a legacy to my children and possibly anyone else who wishes to follow my journey. This little corner of the web documents my family's adventures and lessons I've learned along the way.  The Mom Jungle is a modern interpretation of both the family newsletter and scrapbook.  

I call this The Mom Jungle because motherhood is fun and messy, filled with laughter and sometimes heartache… it truly is a jungle out there!

The Thief Of Joy

The Thief Of Joy

I collect quotes.  To date, my Pinterest " ~ q u o t e s ~ " board has 633 pins... oops!  One that has stood out from all the others is by Theodore Roosevelt.  He said, "Comparison is the thief of joy."

I hate to admit it, but comparison is something I struggle with.  I often catch myself doing this.  It can be anything from material possessions, an #ootd (outfit of the day), vacations, babies, job promotions, rock'n beach bodies... the list goes on!

I know I am not alone in this struggle.  It's in our human nature to compare, but that doesn't make it okay.  Theodore Roosevelt hit the nail on the head.  When I compare myself to another person, I don't have joy.  I feel inadequate, discontent, and ungrateful for what I do have.

When I feel the urge to compare, I try to do two things.  Firstly, I pray for the other person.  I thank God for their blessings.  On the outside, we can give off these Instagram-filtered vibes.  I think we all both unconsciously and consciously, try to present ourselves in the most flattering light, while minimizing our flaws and weaknesses.  I say all this to say- let's not compare our inside to someone else's outside.

To illustrate this point, after my second pregnancy loss, I found it hard to be around pregnant women and babies.  It had absolutely nothing to do with them, and everything to do with me.  At the time I was working through my losses, fears and misplaced guilt and shame.  When a friend of mine posted a pregnancy announcement shortly after losing "Max," I made sure to congratulate her.  She thanked me for the well-wishes and disclosed something I didn't know.  Her baby was the result of IVF... a success story after a long journey!  I'll never forget that conversation as it reminded me of this:

After thanking God for their blessings, I begin to thank God for my blessings.  Gratitude is powerful in shaping perspective.  I have so much for be grateful for!

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Comparison:  Ain't nobody got time for dat!  I choose joy.

Freedom Of Speech

Freedom Of Speech

Beauty For Ashes

Beauty For Ashes