This blog has been a great landing pad for me lately. I’ve been able to express myself, experiment, entertain (hopefully) and leave a little something behind for Posey once she gets older. I would be lying, though, if I didn’t admit that there’s a lot of thought that goes into it. I’ve done my homework. I know stuff. I know that bullet points rule, that copy is most scannable in chunks, that people want quizzes, that people search for certain stuff and not for other stuff. That the Top 10 and the 5 Best Tips are what people google. And I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that that mattered. Because what’s the point of doing this if no one comes to read it? So thank you for letting me try stuff here. I appreciate that it’s ok that I tried to make this the kind of thing that feels like something someone would want to visit. But it can’t be that all of the time, can it?
I’m learning more and more that the mommy blogging club is a hard club to join. There are a lot of us. And that’s great– because I’ve learned in these few months that it means the world to have a place to go to reach the outside world. But it can also mean that there’s other stuff that goes into it that I might not be up for. But I might– who knows?
All I know is– tonight, I don’t have anything witty to say. This was a hard week. I was tired. The baby cried a lot. I was lonely some of the time. I had fun some of the time. She learned to laugh. I learned to let her sleep in her own room. I didn’t sleep much at all. I am almost all of the way healed from my illness, but I’m not 100%.
It’s been six moths since she came into my life– and I am not a different person. I used to hear Oprah say that money didn’t change people; it just made them more of who they were. I think I must trade in baby currency– because that’s exactly what’s happening. I am more of who I am thanks to her.
Coming soon– the story of her name and the night she was born. Not because anyone’s searching for it. Because I need to write it all down for her.