Hey mamas! And other readers. Though if you’re not a mom, you might find this blog incredibly boring, seriously offensive and quite un-funny. If you ARE a mom, congratulations! I’d like to apologize in advance for bringing you yet another mommy blog written by a white, middle-class, first-time mom. Ugh. How typical. Well, if you’ve made it this far, I might as well keep going…
I have always used writing as an outlet, or at least since I was about 10. Before that, I was a huge reader. I remember in third grade, we’d have to bring in a book to read after lunch or something. It was probably the teacher’s favorite 30 minutes of the day, when she didn’t have to talk and nobody else was allowed to. Everyone would have to hold up the book that they brought to read. I always had a giant plastic grocery bag full. Oh my god, what a freakin nerd. Anyway, my dad died when I was 10, and that’s probably what originally drove me to start writing. And I just sort of never stopped. At one point – mostly in high school – I had no problem sharing what I wrote with others, even things about my deepest, darkest, sappiest emotions (because those feelings mattered!!!). I thank the sweet little baby Jesus that social media and the internet did not exist when I was that age, or the poems I wrote about catching fireflies in my dreams and blah blah blah would be preserved forever.
Well then, that was a digression… fast forward a couple of decades later, and here I am with a job where I actually get paid to write. Y’all, I get paid to TRAVEL AND WRITE. Being a travel writer was literally my dream job when I entered college, and I got lucky enough to land a career in some form of that. Well; lucky, and I worked my ass off (and continue to do so). So that’s awesome, I get to write and travel for my job, but doing so has pretty much extinguished the whole “writing as an emotional/creative outlet” novelty. Mostly because I don’t want to look at a computer by the time I get home (Facebook on my phone doesn’t count) and pretty much the only thing my brain can do is comprehend which characters are enemies, which are related, and who’s banging who on Game of Thrones.
So, now that I am working full time and have a five-month-old son and have a TON of time on my hands, I figured I’d dabble in the blog world again. Mostly because I’m an insane over-thinker and all of the over-thinking I’m doing while trying to keep this tiny human alive has to get out of my brain somehow, but also because I’m genuinely inspired by other mamas in my life, especially a group of us here in Asheville who all have babies around the same age. We mostly all met in pre-natal yoga class, and we did pregnant stuff together, and now we do baby stuff together – which primarily consists of virtual conversations in our Facebook group about sleeping and puking and pooping and birth control and where did our brains go? Is this real life?!?!?!
A major topic that comes up often is mom guilt. I know, the articles say don’t feel guilty! Here’s why you shouldn’t feel guilty! But every single one of us who has expelled a baby from our bodies in one way or another knows that simply “not feeling guilty” is not really an option at this point. Maybe it gets better as they get older, or maybe it gets better with kid #2. Or maybe it just changes into different kinds of guilt. Whatever it is, I want to, NEED to, put it all on the table in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, I’ll be able to let a little bit of it go every now and then. And maybe by reading this, you can too! Or we can all just find new things to feel guilty about together.
This is my first post, and I could keep going. I have so many ideas. I have ALL OF THE IDEAS. But I also need the sleep. While you’re here, check out my About page.