Until I spend some time with her and realize she is more like me than I realize.
Birthday cake? Box cake mix.
Clean house? Mostly, but more like mine than immaculate.
Snuggles with her kids? Not as many as I thought.
I realize she's not talking big. She's just being positive. That she refuses to wallow in self pity. She acknowledges that what she desires and what is reality are two different things. But it's quick. And then it's gone. And she praises God for the gifts He has given her.
She is a partner, not a boss.
I do want to be like her. For the realities, not the original misconceptions. And when I realize that I can be like her, I rejoice knowing that I'm me.