I care about too much. What people think. What time it is (seriously, I hate not knowing what time it is). How my hair looks in humidity. So I’m grateful there are at least four things I don’t concern myself with.
Titles have never impressed me. I don’t care if you’re a president or a teacher or an actress or a pastor or a parent. I care about your character – who you are and how you treat people. Sometimes we base our level of interest in someone based on their title. But I’ve had non-parents give me great parenting advice, and I’ve known pastors who are anything but pastoral.
My mom would like to disown me for this, but I loathe shopping. Of any kind really, but especially for clothes or jewelry. We lived four blocks from the Magnificent Mile for over three years and I couldn’t have cared less.
3. A Spotless House
It’s not worth it. Period.
4. Raising a Robotic Child
Don’t get me wrong. I have felt jealous toward the family with several children under ten who all sit perfectly still in church pew. And I have cared too much about what others think of my parenting.
But, I don’t want my child to be a robot. I want her personality to shine through. Even if it means she will never sit still in church (her mom still can’t).