I have done it now. I have really done it. After months of a bordering on ridiculous obsession with the Google Reader I have done it. I have laughed until I cried at some of the blogs I follow. I have cried until I laughed at others. I have marveled at these wonderful moms who share their lives on these magical mystery things called blogs on the “intranets” (as my sweet Granny refers to it). I have been inspired by their parenting techniques, awed by their sense of self, and emboldened by their willingness to share.
So I have done it. I want to join the club. I want to be a part of this wonderful Mommy blog movement that is making headlines. Since when is it bad to be a mommy and blog about it? Since when is it acceptable to discount someone’s opinions simply because they are a mother? Why isn’t Strollerderby the primary news source in more American households than Fox News? I won’t stand for it! (Well, actually I will sit on the couch and complain loudly- so loudly that my keyboard squeaks as a type really really hard.) I want in. I want to be a part of this. Mommies rock, and we rule the world, people!
I’m in. I’m going to start a mommy blog. I want to be among this fellowship of mothers. I just have to go to the gym first.