A lesson in the supermarket

I had vowed never to speak to her again, and here she was in my aisle in the supermarket. There was a simple solution to that. I just went down another aisle to avoid her! But halfway down that other aisle I came to a halt, and I asked myself what kind of a person I was.

This individual whom I so detested was our neighborhood "supermother." She did everything that needed doing and ran everything that needed running. She did it all effortlessly and cheerfully. Her children did everything, too. Nothing was ever overwhelming or too much work. She was just too "perfect" to be true. Since every encounter with her left me with feelings of inferiority and frustration, I had decided to make my own life more pleasant by avoiding her completely.

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August 5, 1985

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