I humbly admit that I’ve usually prided myself on being a good and loving mother over the years. In fact, loving mother equals good mother. Right? From the moment I had my second child, I’ve dreamed of writing a blog for fellow awesome moms. You know, sharing advice and witty bon mots about mothering, breastfeeding, attachment parenting, mothering while running a home-based business, how to juggle your time, and … stuff like that.
As it turns out, over the years since my dream began, I’ve always been too busy mothering, running my home-based business, and juggling everything in between to ever get around to actually writing about it. I did blog briefly at the summa mamas (it’s not gossip; it’s blog!) under the moniker “smockmomma” with two other amazing moms. This was back when people were still asking, “What’s a blog?“ — but life got in the way and my blogging went out, not with a bang, but with a woebegone whimper.
It took awhile, but I finally figured out that trying to divide my time between homemaking, caring for and carting around the kids, running my business, and writing about all of it was going to drive me insane. No really, I thought I was going to need to be committed. I had neither the discipline nor the desire to continue at that pace. I didn’t know how other mommy bloggers managed, but I doffed my cap to them all and closed that chapter for, what I thought would be, forever.
Since then, I’ve discovered that I have a few doubts about my awesome parenting skills. I’ll let you in on a little secret: It’s hard being a mom. So, while real life has been busy getting in the way of my stellar writing career, life also has been getting much messier on the home-front. Those adorable little babies eventually became tenacious toddlers … and troublesome tweens … and testy teens. Most of them have meticulously prepared for the Zombie Apocalypse, but have absolutely no idea where their shoes are. Let’s just say … mistakes have been made.