I’ve had a personal blog since my kids were really little. I wrote about them a lot and shared a bunch of private stuff that if they went back and read, they would probably be mortified. Do I feel bad about it? No. Because I don’t really think they’d take the time to search it out and find the stories about how the bumble bees got into their diapers and stung them all, or how they puked all over in the back seat of the car, or how the one kid (won’t name names here) said once, “Hey guys, I just dared myself to eat a booger.” (Absolutely true story, and I absolutely did blog about that one!)
These are the stories that make up my family, and for some reason at some point in my life, I felt like writing them down. I didn’t know who I was going to share them with, or why I was going to share them, just that I had to get them out and put them somewhere. I had discovered blogging online, and it was a new adventure for me and I fell in love with it. I’m still doing it. Here at Real Moms Guide, and over at my personal blog too.
I kept a handwritten journal of all three of my pregnancies, and I hope that someday my kids will want to read those. I also kept up those journals for probably the first year of their lives, and those spiraled notebooks are the first items I will grab in the event of a fire. The stories of my family are most precious to me, and I will continue to share them with whoever wants to hear them. No matter how silly, how crazy, how emotional they may get. It’s my family, it’s what gives me the most happiness, it’s why I blog, why I write.
