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. My target audience is actually my children when they grow up if they wish to reflect on their childhood so everything I share has them at the forefront of my mind and secondly those who wish to follow along my journey. I created this space to document 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