My husband commented the other day that I'm not nearly the emotional roller coaster my blog might suggest. One day I'm writing about loving my kids, the next I'm writing about bursting into tears, then how I love being a mom, then I lost it again, etc. It seems only thehighs and lows of parenting end up on the blog. There's a whole lot of 'normal' left out. I'm really not a drama queen. Really.
It got me thinking… how does this blog represent me? If someone found my blog who knew me in real life, would they make the connection? How is my blog different from my real life?
My blog shows the lows of parenting more than the highs. I post on the lows because I tend to blog more when I'm struggling, finding it
therapeutic. And I like to keep it real: my life is not perfect, my kids are not perfect and I'm certainly not perfect. As embarrassing as the lows sometimes are, I think they're worth sharing. One of the most amazing things about the mom-blogger community is how transparent it has made the journey of motherhood. Its not all tea parties, soccer practice and cuddles. The blogging forum has made moms more brave about sharing their struggles.
My blog is where the perfectionist tendency I've always struggled with doesn't exist. I strive to look put together in real life. If I host a playdate, my house is spotless, there's a craft ready for the kids and muffins and hot coffee waiting on the counter. I'm at Bible Study every week with my homework done, kids looking adorable, and I'm dressed in a cute outfit with a freshly baked treat under my arm. But my blog readers know that I often don't get to shower in the mornings, that my son threw a 20-minute fit about wearing clothes that made me cry and I was in my pajamas up until 5 minutes before I left the house, running 5 minutes late as usual. And that the huge pile of unfolded laundry is hiding in my walk-in closet.
My blog is where I turn to for advice, while in real life I rarely ask for help. When my daughter was being bullied, I hesitated to ask the moms of her classmates because I wanted to protect this other little girl's privacy. I posted about what happened, asking for advice, and was buried in comments, emails and even cards from readers. I found such great tips, personal stories and encouragement that I felt more confident how to handle the situation. It was amazing that people are so willing to share on my blog – even about the painful bullying they experienced as a child and kept secret for years. The transparency works both ways – writers and readers are vulnerable in ways they might not be in real life.
My blog is where I record our lives. Of course we take tons of pictures of big events and trips, but its the every day things that seem to slip away from memory. The hilarious quotes from a 4-year-old brain, the simple adventure of a day in the park, the sweetness of sisterhood blooming into friendship. That's what I want to remember and treasure.
My blog is how I share with people I love. I'm terrible about keeping in touch with people and most of our friends and family live hours, and even continents, away. I initially started blogging to try to share our lives more regularly with them (my grandparents even bought a computer so they could keep up with the blog). All of my siblings and many cousins have blogs now and its a wonderful way for us to share in each others' lives while being far away. I've made friends through blogging – friends I've never met – who I've laughed and cried with.
My blog is where I contemplate motherhood. Why I'm doing this? Why do I constantly deny my own wants and needs for
my family? Why am I willing to clean up the most disgusting messes and
cuddle a child covered in vomit? What enables a mother to do things she
never thought she could do? Am I more than "just a mom?" Do I want to be? Can I survive this? Not topics that generally come up while waiting at the bus stop or watching a soccer game.
So what it comes down to is that my blog doesn't quite show my real life. There are many subjects that I've deemed "off-limits" on the blog. I rarely write about my marriage. I don't touch politics. Many significant struggles we have will never make it on the blog. And 90% of my life, things are just… normal. And boring. Its a cycle of cooking and cleaning and soccer practice and ballet
lessons and bedtime stories and cuddles and fights and interrupted
sleep and running errands and laughter and laundry, laundry and more
laundry. (Why won't the laundry stop?) Obviously, no blog can portray our lives completely accurately – but it can present a different picture of a life, a peek at the inside of a family through the eyes of this mom.