When I first started blogging, I guess I considered myself a “mommy blogger”. My children were (and still are) the biggest part of my life, and being a mom has always been my most important job, first and above all.
It was great to have a way to share the ups and downs, the cutes and the worries, the funnies and the frustrations, with readers who could likely relate. Also, it was a great way to practice what I loved to do – to write – about a topic that came so naturally and easily to me.
I’m never going to be a political commentator, a social media whatsit, a voice of authority or a person to be taken seriously about any topic whatsoever. I’m just me. A whole bunch of me, with a whole bunch of bits and parts, the most precious part to me being the mom part. However. The world moves on, so it does.
Cute children grow up and slowly but surely I’ve lost the right to simply blog/blurt their every move to the outside world, as entertaining, amusing or helpful to others as it might sometimes be.
I post less and less about my own children, but this doesn’t mean that blogworthy things don’t happen anymore. It just means that we’ve eventually reached the stage where it’s no longer my place to write about them.
When they’re babies, toddlers, preschoolers – you still feel like they’re part of you, like an extension of yourself, simply the next chapter in a blog story that may have started with a pregnancy announcement or similar. It’s not like that anymore.
They are their own people and respecting their right to NOT be written about is very real now. Sad, because I love writing about motherhood and my own experiences of it, but there’s more than one player in a mommy story and I gotta get over meself, yes?
I’ll leave you with an ancient pic of my peeps who I love and who continue to conduct themselves in a Tweetworthy fashion on a daily basis, the buggers.
