I get this question a ton. I also get the 'your son is going to be so pissed when he reads all that you've shared on the internet'. I got a charming email once accusing me of being self-centered, selfish and thinking the world revolves around me (hello pot calling....). Maybe writing a blog is a bit indulgent but there are some good reasons why I do it.
First. It satisfies a creative need. I never knew how much I loved to write until I started writing a blog about eight years ago. I started writing for some of our radio stations (The Edge, CFOX etc) at my bosses urging. He said, 'You know how you come in and tell me these ridiculous stories about your life all the time? I want you to write them just how you tell them to me.' That was it. I started and I was hooked. Many times, I need to write to work something out in my head or just put something down. It feels good.
Second. I get paid. I won't lie. Our awesome leader at UrbanMoms feels that we should be paid for our contributions here. It's not a salary but it's a fantastic little extra that helps out this single mom.
Third. I thought it was really important to write about my struggles with postpartum depression. I wanted others to know they weren't alone. I will never forget a comment I got from one woman who said that she was newly diagnosed and was encouraged hearing how I got through it. I'm not sure if she'll ever know how much that meant to me.
But, the most important reason why I blog is Will. This is for him. This is a chronicle of our life together. If, god forbid, something were to happen to me, Will will always have these stories of our adventures, struggles, triumphs, failures. He won't have as many unanswered questions as I feel that I have lately.
After I had Will, I wanted to know what my birth was like. I love my dad, but he wasn't there. I'll never know. Next week is Will's first day of junior kindergarten. I want to ask my mom what my first day was like. Was she nervous? Did I cry? I'll never know. What was my bizarre obsession when I was a kid? Did I chew my nails? There are so many thoughts in my head lately that start with 'I wonder'. I don't want him to wonder.
I don't think I'm invading his privacy by writing about our life. And I know him. He won't give a sh&t either. I know that he's going to appreciate having this. I actually envision giving his first serious significant other access to all of these entries...the same way our parents used to embarrass us with baby pictures. I just may highlight the princess ones for them....come on, we have to have a little fun right??
**Did I love to play hide and go seek and hide in really terrible places???**