As you may know, I’m celebrating my 1 year blogoversary this month with Alison at Mama Wants This who is also celebrating hers, and I’m spastic about it. Over 100 bloggers have already linked up with Blog Bash this week, tweeting each other’s links, and sharing about it. It’s become a real celebration up there.
It’s hard to believe it’s only been a year since I started The Momalog. I really had no idea what I was getting into – all I knew was that I wanted to write honestly about parenting, and that my Big Ego (I’m a Leo) needed an audience. Beyond that – I didn’t know. I was shocked when I got my first few readers, and some comments. I had limited aspirations of making any money, but that actually started to happen with a small amount of income through ad revenue, and some sponsored posts. When I got my first check for $100 – it may have been peanuts compared to a “real” salary – but this was me getting paid practically nothing to do what I love! How cool is that?!
So for me, that first $100 was a treasure beyond compare.
At the beginning I had some legitimate worries about potential creepy readers – but thanks to my spam catcher on WordPress I have had virtually no creepiness. I do get the occasional Russian-spammer-trying-to-act-interested that gets past my spamerator to leave an inane comment about fig wasps producing milk from the mammary glands which has nothing to do with anything just so they can plant a stupid link:
Or this person Julie, who keeps popping up on old posts trying to push dental implants:
By far the biggest unexpected gift from blogging has been the people I’ve met and developed friendships with. I had no idea that this could or would happen – but it has, and I’ve been so filled by these new friendships, and have learned so much from reading what other parenting bloggers are writing (and vlogging) about. And aside from finally keeping a tangible chronicle of my parenting journey, the people I’ve met have been one of the best surprises. I’m going to Blogher ’12 in NYC this summer – my first blogging conference – and I get to meet some of these peeps in person! What a gift.
The other gift has been the healing that comes from talking openly about taboo things I’ve kept hidden much of my life (my parent’s alcoholism, growing up as an ACOA, my mother’s anorexia, my little sister’s death, the mental illness that threads itself through my family). It’s been cathartic writing about these things in relation to parenting because although I previously wasn’t very comfortable discussing them – they are the very experiences that formed me. Not only are they relevant, they are the core of what makes me who I am – oddly, they are also what makes me a pretty good parent. I may not know all the answers, but I’m clear on where I do not want to go. I may not be anywhere near perfect as a parent, but when you consider where I came from and where I could have ended up – holy shit, I’m practically Ghandi.
Just kidding but not really.
So my blog’s taglines are: “Dysfunctional parenting, one day at a time,” and “What is normal?” for a reason. When I became a mom, one of the hardest things for me was to “appear normal” – it seemed like all the other moms had their shit together, or appeared to, and knew more than I did. It seemed like I was the only new mom who was so tired I was getting into my track suit everyday that I had discarded the night before in a little pile beside my bed. Like I was the only one. At first motherhood was lonesome. Everybody else looked perfect.
A lot of the feelings of alienation came from the unwritten rule moms adhered to – don’t talk about what’s really going on, just pretend everything is perfect so people like you, keeping your kitchen floor clean means you are a better parent, and other B.S. I veered away from moms who are unable to be real, and have found that the mom-friends (online and in person) that I surround myself with are like the Velveteen rabbit – real. Somewhat tattered from life experience. Moms who I can talk to openly about the underbelly of motherhood, the difficult parts of marriage, the places where parenting and life become difficult, messy, imperfect. So that’s what I began to do here on this blog – to talk openly about what motherhood is like for me – all of it, the good, the bad, and the ugly. To open a discussion about it for other parents so maybe they don’t feel so alone. And it’s always the honest posts that I’m afraid to publish that get the biggest response from my readers.
So why is this post called Yes, Virginia, Thin Mints DO Have Crack In Them? Well – a few months ago, for a laugh, I posted this graphic:
Maybe I was naive, but I was not prepared for the veritable stampede of Google searches this would show up in. Every day since I posted that silly graphic, my blog gets a pathetically large amount of search engine hits for “do thin mints really have crack in them” or “thin mints crack” and frankly, the shit people are taking time to Google makes me worry about mankind. (-:
I will leave you with some search engine terms people used to find me because I always find them interesting. Who could have guessed one year ago that my blog would show up for “the handbook of modern pig farming,” or “do thin mints have crack in them.” So for all you people who are Googling thin mints, for once and for all: “Yes, Virginia, thin mints DO have crack in them.” Okay?
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