I had the recent pleasure of being informed, by a site I'd approached about advertising space, that my blog wasn't the fit they wanted for theirs...
I'm not sure what was meant by that, nor how or if it would be something I want to fix. I blog about my life. I blog about being a mom, a REAL mom with kids who do silly things, but I also try to blog about me. I try to write things that remind me that I am a woman as well as a mother. Sometimes that is hard to find, sometimes it ends up being an entire post complaining about how tired I am. Is that so bad? Isn't a blog a way of showing the world who we are while staying safely behind the screen.
Right now I am laying in my husbands bathrobe on the bed with a baby between me and the computer. The Mischievite keeps coming in and licking my face and trying to get my attention and I have yet to bathe. Oh, and my feet are tucked under the mountain of laundry that needs to be folded.
This is my life! This is who I am. This blog represents the day to day reality that I and many women exist in. I don't have some fancy background, or a fancy header. I actually go to places that make them for free.
The same is true for my kids and my home. I don't buy my furniture at Ethan Allen (although I dream of the day I can) and my kids wear hand-me-downs. The funny thing is that it bothers me far more that my blog isn't perfect than it does that my world isn't perfect.
Perhaps it is because I see how many 'followers' those pretty blogs have and I wonder if that is because they seem perfect. Do we seek after perfection on the screen because we can't find it in our lives?
Sure I would like more readers, more comments. I would LOVE it, but at what expense?
When Ralexwin and I first got married I told him I wanted to be able to have people over frequently because it would help me to keep up on house cleaning. If someone was always coming over then I would be forced to have a clean house. This philosophy has evolved over the years. I've realized that what I want most when I go to someones house is to see that they are human. So when I clean I almost intentionally leave some things messy. I don't bother with the pile by the phones. Or the craft table in the living room. I leave Ralexwin's text books where they landed. I hope that when people come to my house they find themselves in a place of comfort and welcome instead of perfection and propriety.
So maybe my blog isn't perfect, but I think it's welcoming (is it? I hope it is). I think it shows the reality of mothering and of womanhood and doesn't incite people to list their faults. We all have faults. I hope you as the reader can see mine through my blog and love me for them.