Once upon a time, around two babies ago, I had a blog.
It was entertainingish. It was about new motherhood, newlywed life, losing baby weight, my adorable toddler/baby daughters, and connecting. I thought it was great, anyway. It might have been complete crap. My dad thinks I’m a talented writer and I’m sure he’s not biased ;).
One time I posted about a meltdown I had over my husband bringing home margarine when I asked him to pick up butter, and another about how my oldest daughter (who was 3 at the time) asking me if bananas would make her fat because I was a weight-obsessed monster who was ruining my children.
It was all fine and in good fun, until my husband’s co-worker’s made weird remarks to him about butter (to which, he hadn’t actually read the blog and was left all confused) and a woman in the grocery store said, “Honey, bananas will not make you fat!” to my daughter, in the cart, who had no recollection of the story I had posted for the world to see.
I received a lot of feedback (good and bad) and endless unsolicited advice because my life had become such an open book. I wanted be authentic and real, because there are already plenty of mommy-bloggers out there posting magazine-worthy photos of their home decor, their baked goods and their adorable outfits. And, while I love those things, I already spend enough time on Pinterest. So I decided if I wasn’t going to be authentic and real, I wasn’t going to post.
Then eventually, the more I started to let everyone in, the more I started to imagine my then toddler daughters reading these private, delicate moments of their childhood as adults. How would I feel at 20 years old if my mother had documented every embarrassing thing (from her perspective, mind you) for strangers to read?
I could no longer tip toe the line between authentic/true and being discreet and protecting my family.
It has taken a couple years away, two more kids, a business that came and has now gone and a move, but I’m ready to make another go at it.
My hope with this new blog is to inspire creativity, connect and grow.
I am prepared for backlash, for unsolicited advice, for judgment. I’m excited for all of the “me too” moments I am going to share, all of the wisdom I’ve gleaned from mamas who have gone before us, and all of the community I hope to build here.
Warning to those who didn’t read my old blog — I overuse things like parentheses and the word “so”. You’ve been warned.
I am so excited.