Girl’s Life

Last weekend I had dinner with one of my good friends. She’s a mommy and a writer, too, so inevitably we got to talking about blogging. More specifically, mommy blogging and how it’s been sort of a form of therapy for us.

For me, it’s not just writing a blog about my experiences being a mom that’s so worthwhile, but being able to hop online and, within seconds, find hundreds of other moms out there going through the exact same thing I am. There is honesty and vulnerability and humor. There are some fantastic writers out there, people!

Reading these great blogs for as long as I have, I believe, has definitely made me a better writer. All those journalism classes I took in college have nothing on some of these writers. And I think reading these blogs has also been a major part of my success at this mommy business. Despite working a full-time job and commuting 45 minutes to/from work, despite writing two blogs and managing mucho love for baby and husband, despite still maintaining a social life with pre-baby friends and book clubs and girls nights — despite all that (actually probably because of all that), I still get overwhelmed at the thought that I’m not doing enough to maintain ME.

But I think that blogging is a form of release that has taken the place of my once frantically scribbled journal. It is a form of me-time, even if it’s available to the world (hello all seven of you reading!). So I wanted to say thanks for reading. Even if you just lurk through the pages and don’t comment. Even if I’ve never met you. And even if you don’t know me, except for what I tell you on these pages. I still know you’re there. I still feel your eyes reading my words. And that’s validating. I can be a mommy and a blogger, and someone cares.

So, thanks.