It seems like being a "stay-at-home-mom" or "SAHM" and blogging go hand in hand. I know this much, being a "working" mom or SAHM I appreciate all the moms out there brave enough to write about this journey called parenthood. Talk about the most personal and vulnerable part of life to share... The highs are so high and the lows can be nothing short of horrifying. Parenting, as I am finding out is like a never-ending roller coaster ride. There is anxiety, anticipation, heart palpitating, teeth grinding, stomach flipping, fear, exhilaration, excitement, joy, laughter, seriously I could go on forever with these adjectives..
What I mean to say is; parenting has peaks and valleys and we do the best we can with our circumstances. And like a roller coaster ride we don't get to be in control. I mean, have you ever tried to control a 3 year old?? The 3 year old is pushing the buttons and levers on the roller coaster and you better be strapped in and ready for anything.
When I read blog posts or articles from other mamas I feel like I have comrades. Sometimes I feel myself letting out audible sighs of relief as I realize other people's kids do the same things as my child and these wiser parents concluded that "it's a phase and they just have to grow out of it". "Thats ALL it is", I think to myself, when my son looks at me with murder in his eyes because I said no about some trivial thing (probably involving vitamins or fruit snacks) and then violently bites his arm. All the while he does not break eye contact with me. Talk about horrifying....
Or, better yet, sometimes I realize other people's kids are way worse than mine on his worst day! So maybe sometimes I even feel smug if I am just being brutally honest! Reading and sharing in others parenting struggles and wins makes me feel happy, sad, competitive, not so alone, and inspired all at the same time. It really is a beautiful thing. PLUS, what better way to document life as its happening. A smart man named Abraham Lincoln once said;
"Live, and in the end, it is not the years in your life that count. It is the life in your years".
I hope to capture that life in the everyday moments that I may not think much of now, but add up over the years.
I figure with a 3 year old boy as my muse the Abraham Lincoln "life" I am going to capture and save for rainy days when he is grown and married and possibly living far away will be colorful and oh-so delicious! Some days are happy, some are sad, some are crazy, and there are some days that words could never describe. So, I imagine this blog or time capsule as I am dubbing it will reflect all of it. And I wouldn't have it any other way. I want it all; The Good, The Bad, and definitely The Ugly. (See Landy aka Muse below)
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| My muse on a day words can't describe! |
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| Luckily, my muse on most days! |
