Oh yeah, I’m that mom.
Before you have a kid, whether or not you realize it, you judge “that” mom. You like the 400 thousand Instagram pictures of her kids, but you think to yourself, “Man, I will never post that many pictures of my kid.” (Yeah, right.) You’re interested when your mom friends tell you about how good or bad their baby sleeps or eats or whatever it is that babies do, but you have no idea what they are talking about. (Babies just sleep all the time, right?) Well, anyway, you get the idea. For me at least, Past Brittaney is SUPER judging Present Brittaney. My Instagram is baby vomit. I can’t stop posting Charlie pictures. It’s like a twitch.
Since becoming a mother, I have fully embraced the fact that I now spam people with pictures and stories about Charlie. Or, if not stories directly about Charlie, then stories about my pregnancy or my labor and delivery or my postpartum issues. Because, yeah, people want to hear about that, right? (Sometimes I can’t help but roll my own eyes at myself.)
So, in the spirit of becoming the mother I vowed I never would be, I’ve decided to go all in and start a blog. Yep, I’m that mom. Now, in my own defense, I have every intention of not ONLY writing posts about Charlie and/or motherhood, but let’s be real.
Why start a blog? Well, I honestly don’t know why I have such an interest in writing about my personal experiences. I do not lead a particularly fascinating life, nor am I even remotely qualified to offer anyone anything even resembling advice about parenting. But, since having Charlie, my life has been flipped upside-down and inside-out and I’ve found sharing stories and pictures with our family to be almost cathartic. Pretty much every day I share pictures and stories (via an app that I plan to write about at some point) with family near and far. And I love it.
It took me a while to understand why I find such joy in this, but I think it has to do with the fact that we are a military family. My husband is gone A LOT and our family is scattered all over the country. Being at home alone all the time means I don’t always have someone readily available to hear me babble about my day-to-day life. So, naturally, I assume that people really really want to hear about how much Charlie loves the swings at the park or hates eating peas.
Also, I really love reading and following along with other mama bloggers. I find a connection with so many of these awesome moms. I can relate to their struggles and triumphs and find myself constantly learning through the stories of their everyday lives.
So, I’ve decided to start a blog. About nothing in particular and with no clear focus or target audience. (I think I’m nailing this so far.) My hope is for it to be both therapeutic and fulfilling for me, and at least moderately enjoyable for you. My life may not be glamorous, but it’s full of love and humor and a ridiculous amount of Charlie pictures.
A few thoughts in closing…I write like I talk and when I talk I ramble. Expect my posts to be long and something less than coherent. And grammar…let’s just accept that “grammar” is nonexistent here. Oh, and along those lines, I tend to start sentences with “Oh” and “So” a lot. I don’t know why. Anyway, (I also use “anyway” waaaay too much) I hope you enjoy my blog. If you don’t that’s okay, too. Just at least pretend to like it to my face. Oh, (see, I told you) and be sure to “like” the 400 thousand baby pictures on my Instagram. Even if you are secretly judging me and telling yourself that you’ll never post that many pictures of your kid.