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As I sit here getting back to my mommy blogging after a long hiatus, I start to panic. Oh no, not another article on how to organize pesky Legos, the
best strategy for dismantling a splinter or tips from the front lines on shaping
up sloppy bedtime routines! We don't need it. We don't want it. We've read it
all before. All. Before. We have more
important things to do with our time (see above) than to listen to more moaning and
groaning about the same old, same old, (insert vaccine wars here).
Is there really anything new to say, express, rant about? Do we really want to hear another complaint about how
hard it all is? Aren't we chin-deep in complaints and rants from our kids already? Do we need more of it from our peers? Even worse, do we really want to hear from the mother who has it all together? No. We all know
she's totally full of it anyway. So where does that leave us
"mommy bloggers"? Hasn't it all been said, spilled and bled on so many a mommy
blog? Mommy Blog. Just the words make me cringe.
So why am I here? I'm here because I have to write about it.
All of it. The big, the little, the in-between. Mostly the in-between. It's the small moments, like the way I slammed
the door on my son when he did absolutely nothing wrong but I was in a shame spiral because I
butt-texted a guy I was in a Tinder chat with. I need to write about that. Or maybe I need to write about the way I forced myself to give my daughter a
hug when I wanted to run from her screaming, "You are driving me fucking nuts!" I need to tell you about the bucket of courage it took to pull that simple 10-second choice out from somewhere I didn't know I had within, and how trying something different made such a huge impact in my 9-year-old's life. I will write about the
time I found myself praying for the ease of a next breath after hearing one too
A simple shared moment that elevates us in some way can mean the world in this motherhood journey.
It's the quiet moments I have to share, like the creeping thought
that as a part-time parent, I am not allowed to have a single negative thought
about my kids at all. It's the spiral of guilt I suffer when I parent badly. I
have to share my story because while you most likely may have read it before in
some incarnation (the relentless exhaustion, avoiding annoying parents at
school, sibling rivalry, car pool—why do those monstrosities even exist?) you
haven't read the details. And my details
may be your details. And that's where the salvation is.
Details … little nuggets of salvation … little nuggets that can
make our days better, even if only for five minutes. If we're lucky, those five
minutes can turn into an entirely new philosophy, a fresh approach, a new insight
into how to manage a perpetually sticky situation. If you're like me, they are all
sticky. If we hit the jackpot, our stories can expand our vision entirely. I am not talking about earth-shattering Oprah-aha! moments. A simple shared moment that elevates us in some way, that inspires empathy, laughter and reflection, can mean the world in this motherhood journey.
So this is what we get to share as mommy bloggers. Because let's face it, motherhood can feel
like a ton of bricks being dropped on your head every time the sun rises. If a
few sentences can help to raise those bricks and let in some light, then bring on the fork-lift.