I’ve sometimes wondered if I could write one of those powerful emotional posts I see other bloggers write about their children. Where the love seeps through the page, and the words claw at your heart. Making you remember all the reasons you love being a parent; making you want to eat the chubby thighs of your newborn once again.
Out of sheer boredom, just over a year ago I started a parenting blog and in doing so I started to connect with other bloggers, other mothers. I connected with people I never would have otherwise met “in the real world” and immediately felt welcome and understood.
Questions I ponder on sleepless nights and long days: What do I want to do? Who do I want to be? Who am I? What’s the point? How can I make money?
Surprise, surprise the Daily Mail published a horribly misogynistic article slamming a number of parenting bloggers who choose to be honest, and possibly a little tongue in cheek, about motherhood as they experience it.
This last year has been a great time for my ‘personal growth.’ I do feel a bit gross saying that but there it is.