Dear Mama, If you’re like me, for right or wrong, I compare myself to other moms. A lot. Much of what I read is written by moms or to moms, and their stories give me cause for pause. They do daily devotions with their husband and kids? After dinner? (How do they keep those wild banshees at the table?…my kids barely sit to eat…) Photos by moms doing yoga with their little ones strapped to them or sitting on their stomach? What? How? (I go to work out simply to leave my children behind for an hour!) But here’s the real truth. The real deal. As a mom, I CANNOT…