Three puny daffodils popped up in the patch of country dirt right outside my window facing my husband’s man cave. I planted flowers there for an excuse to stare out the window when I need a break at my office desk. They bring me joy! In no way do they compare to the array of daffodils I photographed on my trip to Rhode Island in spring a few years back. My heart leaps when I think of those rows and rows of yellow loveliness popping up just off the shore of the Atlantic Ocean. Compare Daffodils, But Not People As a child, my mother compared me to my cousin. I displeased my mom when my grades didn’t reach the honor roll like my cousin or if I gained a few more pounds than her. My strongest feeling at that time, intimidation, shaped me. I avoided comparing my kids when I became a parent. I learned the enemy of our souls does a number on us sufficiently without our parent’s words echoing in our heads. Th...