On Blogging and Motherhood.
By · CommentsI stumbled across my very first mom blog in 2009, at the age of twenty raising a two-year old in a very small Midwestern town. Because of my age, I didn’t have many mom friends online and used the blogging space to fill that void.
I have since decided that was one of the best decisions that I ever made.
Every morning I open my Google reader and take a peek into the lives of some of my favorite writers, many of them fellow mothers living across the country with their own very different family lives. They share their struggles and questions and troubles and there is a sense of community in this mom blogging space that I haven’t witnessed in other online spaces.
This morning one of my dear blogging friends published an e-book of curated letters from mothers across the country. The story of how this e-book came about is inspiring and amazing and I wrote about it over on She Posts today, go check it out.
On Growing Up.
By · CommentsI sit on my couch and look around at the never ending floorboards or I am sitting in my car with Oprah at the other end of our journey or listening to the basketball thumping against my concrete driveway and I wonder when all of this happened. When and how I managed to build this life that is swirling around me and how exactly I built it.
One day at a time, I suppose.
And then I am at the bar surrounded by people who have surrounded me my whole life and they are rambling about politics and work/life balance and if I had the energy I would tell them how much I disagreed with everything they were saying.
I would tell them that they were wrong.
But it is almost midnight and my mind is running on empty. Or maybe it is because I have had enough beers to not care about how wrong they are.
You can’t change everyone, I suppose.
I catch myself in the mirror and I am surprised at the ghostly color of my skin. I notice a few small lines running down my chest that will one day turn into wrinkles that I will think about getting botoxed. Lines from the years I laid in tanning beds avoiding the color reflecting back at me. But, friends get cancer and shit gets real and tanning beds begin to seem like a wacky science experiment and you start to wonder in what universe they seemed like a good idea.
And I wonder what other things I will cast aside and look back and laugh about. The childish things I will do now, when I can still get away with childish things and where that line is when you have to cast away your glitter tops and drunken dancing for business suits and cars that aren’t lime green.
And I wonder if I will miss that line entirely and be the crazy aunt in the corner with her sequins top and over processed blonde hair, and I think I might be ok with that.
Ok with never growing up.
Ok with staying childish and keeping sparkly gold glitter glue and Dr. Seuss greeting cards in the drawers of my desk.
