This is a post about a post I wrote a few months ago.
I am linking a la the ever-wonderful Bad Ladies' Blogger Appreciation Week in honor and support for the blogging-ladies I have met and grown to love over the months. Whether or not you are visiting the GGC to love me or laugh at me, I welcome you. Mommy/Mom, Mother/Mofo/Whatever blogs have been called lame, and we, the writers have been labeled and insulted and bashed and it's unfortunate because it's not nice. On the flipity-flip it's also kind of wonderful because it brings us together a la "I got your back, bitch. Represent-zent" because no doubt that's kind of what we are, The Sisterhood of the Traveling Rants. We rant. We gossip. We laugh. We help one another. We tell stories. We read. We high five. We wake up and do it again. Babies at our tits, pulling our hair all the while.
No apologies. I love my kid and I love writing about him. I love being a mother and I enjoy writing about it. I love every woman I have met amazing people through blogging and I enjoy and appreciate every correspondence and three-hour phone conversation and the advice and the support and book-recommendations and the EVERYTHING you all have offered.
This blog-i-verse is the very first community I have felt 100% able to be me, with all my wacky-ideas and stories and secrets and rants and epic photo spreads. So although this was written a few months ago, I still feel the same way. I really do. I truly 100% love me some mama. Especially some mama with stories to tell. I also have to say, I love me some papa too (please see above photo where muscular man is also represented, although the title is a bit, well, it says "sisterhood" so I'm adding an asterisk so one can substitute it for misterhood, or perhaps, bloggerhood? That is all-encompassing I think. Yes. Okay) Your words inspire me, teach me and motivate me as a mother, a woman and a writer.
Keep rocking the good words, my sisters or mothers or fathers or brothers or whoever you are and Happy Mothers Day.