Meredith Spidel’s blog, The Mom of the Year, is a beautiful account of the imperfect mom. Or, is it an account of a beautifully imperfect mom? See, it doesn’t matter. When you’re engaged and accountable and can write about it all like Meredith, you’ve eared the title.
You might know Jennifer as author of the blog Outsmarted Mommy. She’s cornered by two sons and a husband. Even a dude like me knows it takes more than three boys to outsmart a mom. I suspect a ploy to set up a sneak attack.
There’s nothing sneaky about Jennifer’s blog, though.
It all started with a letter to her boys. She tossed away life in corporate America for a life of slippers, finger paint and exceptional writing. Motherhood Mondays examine aspects of being a mom, and J-Liz also has a funny side. Really, it’s called My Funny Side.
Today, she’s here to tell about what she’s lost as a mother.
In her first few months of life, during days of swaddling and baby caps and an utter disregard of a.m. and p.m., Elise and I would often tune in the best of 2 a.m. television together, with The Jeffersons or Bowdabra informercials in the soundtrack.
As 2:15, 2:30, 2:45 came, her eyes wide as teething toys, I’d wonder what she’d be like when she was too big to be wrapped like a burrito in a baby blanket.
Would she have that tough core, or a fragile psyche? Would she become sensitive and loving, or develop a resilient exterior that kept her feelings in check?
It exhilarates, exhausts, disgusts, and lifts us like nothing else possibly could.
How would you sum up the journey in six words? Inspired by Hemingway’s assertion that a story can be told in six words, I asked that to parents around me – at soccer practice, in the blog world, even at the grocery store.
Here are 55 responses … from the anxious to the delirious to the simply joyous, all honest, all from the heart.
I promise, someday, I’ll write on my own blog again.
I have cool stuff to write, like my Christmas wish list, a rundown of favorite injuries Grace and I made from the waiting room in the children’s urgent care a couple of weeks ago, and my girls’ ideas of how they’d spend my paycheck if they could each have one.
I’m on the road again, at Raising Humans. Tricia has an awesomely written blog about motherhood (check out her well-written, thoughtful posts), and she asked me to write a guest blog about growth this week.
I decided against writing about the growth caused by pizza buffet visits. Maybe another time. Seriously, I wrote all serious over there.