Competition...

Hello.

So my entire life, for whatever reason, I have always felt the need to have competition. This showed up mostly with my cousin Micah, but I still competed with everyone (even if it was just me competing in my head and the other person had no idea). I wasn't one of those "one-up" people, you know "I went to the zoo today." "Yeah well I went to the zoo AND the park." *little smirk* No, I was never one of those kids. I was the kid that if someone said I couldn't, I would compete against them to prove I could AND that I was better. Like when I was little and 2 heads shorter than everyone in my grade and one time someone was making fun of me because they thought I probably couldn't run very fast...let's just say his words came back and bit him in the butt (I was a speedy little devil and I was proud of it).

It wasn't always athletics though, Micah and I would compete over food, video games, games in general, movies, you name it, we found some way to compete over it. I think one of the most common phrases my mom and aunt used around Micah and I when we were together was "Guys! This is not a competition! Not EVERYTHING is a competition!" I still smile about it when I think about it.

I think competition with my sister started later, though. I was extremely, extremely gullible and she took advantage of that early on. I was talked out of my Teresa Barbie doll many a times. Then I finally got (at least) a little sense and maybe a few arguments. There were so many things I thought, and still think, she's better than me at and I always tried to make myself better to be like her or maybe just one step above her. I've also noticed that it is generally only people in my family who I try to compete with, don't get me wrong, I have and sometimes do compete with friends (probably more in my head), but family I openly compete with...a lot.

Anyways...I bring this up because this past Sunday was Mother's Day :) yay for mothers! and I put a simple blog up for my mom. I look at Jessica's the next day and she's got this whole tear jerker, sentimental, poetic...ish ode to our mother. The first thought that ran through my head was..."Really? Great. Jessica just one-up'd me on her blog for Mother's Day." A little ticked off my thoughts continued, "Now mom is going to like hers better, mine is lame. You know...she put hers up after mine, I bet she was waiting to see what mine would be so that she could make hers better." <-- Those are fer serious the thoughts that ran through my head. Thoughts that my own sister was scheming against me just so she could have a better Mother's Day blog. Really, Jaimie? After I thought about for awhile I realized how silly I was and I could hear my mom in my head, "Not EVERYTHING is a competition!"

Just because my blog to my mom wasn't as sentimental doesn't mean I love my mom any less. And best part is...she knows that :). My mom knows I love her. I think she's gorgeous, crazy intelligent, I can ask her anything because she always has an answer or advice, she's super mom (but not like the tv super moms...those ones are weird...I don't like them), she is just so...amazing!