The blog truth
Often the hardest part of writing a blog or a facebook post is knowing the people who read it. I have caught myself the last couple weeks thinking this over.
And yet the truth of the matter is that I have never written to be mean or call people out. I write about my experiences with Espen and with life. I have told the honest, brutal truth in our experiences. I seldom hold anything back. It is our life and we invite you to witness the wild and crazy, the tender and emotional... the things that are super annoying and hilarious.
I don't make money on my blog. I don't relish in a million followers. I am not a trained writer.
Five years ago I started one blog, this one, because I was home alone with a newborn. I had walked away from the career I had fought hard for. I had a new masters degree and was adjusting to not using it. I was adjusting to having very little adult interaction when I was used to an amazing amount of it. I was adjusting to my role in our family and it was extremely hard (and one I still struggle with). I was home in sweat pants and I needed a place to share the crazy things that happened. Not yet with Espen (when he was tiny, he was the perfect baby and I had no clue things were about to go CRAZY), but with me.... I have a habit of breaking stuff. It just happens.... I break cameras, ovens, cars, glassware... you name it, I've managed to break it. So it seemed natural that I started a blog about breaking things. Over the last 5 years, I have used that one word ~ BROKE ~ to explain financial hardships, emotions, items, lives.... and I have done it with purpose and intent to just express myself and our journey. (Yes it is a journey of our family, although you will rarely hear mention of my husband, to protect his identity!).
Then one day, a hard day with my beautiful baby, I realized that our lives were different than people with similar aged children. I realized that my sister never had some of the experiences I had. My sisters-in-law were leading much different lives with small children. I decided to start a blog for our experiences with Espen. Those experiences are sensational.
I've used that blog to explain, complain and train. I've researched and read things that most moms never read. I've experienced things few can even imagine. I wanted to share those things. I wanted to feel connected. I wanted someone, anyone to just hear what was happening to our family. Because the things that happen are unreal and putting them in black and white make them very real... to me and to many others.
My blogs are still honest. True story of our lives. We are a family of 3. We are fairly alone with our sensational lives because we don't live near family and have had to build friends into our lives that can tolerate the wild and crazy. If you read about yourself on my blog or facebook page, do not be upset. I've written about the things that matter to me. It may be because of something you said. It may be because of an event. You are in our lives for a reason... that matters.
And yet the truth of the matter is that I have never written to be mean or call people out. I write about my experiences with Espen and with life. I have told the honest, brutal truth in our experiences. I seldom hold anything back. It is our life and we invite you to witness the wild and crazy, the tender and emotional... the things that are super annoying and hilarious.
I don't make money on my blog. I don't relish in a million followers. I am not a trained writer.
Five years ago I started one blog, this one, because I was home alone with a newborn. I had walked away from the career I had fought hard for. I had a new masters degree and was adjusting to not using it. I was adjusting to having very little adult interaction when I was used to an amazing amount of it. I was adjusting to my role in our family and it was extremely hard (and one I still struggle with). I was home in sweat pants and I needed a place to share the crazy things that happened. Not yet with Espen (when he was tiny, he was the perfect baby and I had no clue things were about to go CRAZY), but with me.... I have a habit of breaking stuff. It just happens.... I break cameras, ovens, cars, glassware... you name it, I've managed to break it. So it seemed natural that I started a blog about breaking things. Over the last 5 years, I have used that one word ~ BROKE ~ to explain financial hardships, emotions, items, lives.... and I have done it with purpose and intent to just express myself and our journey. (Yes it is a journey of our family, although you will rarely hear mention of my husband, to protect his identity!).
Then one day, a hard day with my beautiful baby, I realized that our lives were different than people with similar aged children. I realized that my sister never had some of the experiences I had. My sisters-in-law were leading much different lives with small children. I decided to start a blog for our experiences with Espen. Those experiences are sensational.
I've used that blog to explain, complain and train. I've researched and read things that most moms never read. I've experienced things few can even imagine. I wanted to share those things. I wanted to feel connected. I wanted someone, anyone to just hear what was happening to our family. Because the things that happen are unreal and putting them in black and white make them very real... to me and to many others.
My blogs are still honest. True story of our lives. We are a family of 3. We are fairly alone with our sensational lives because we don't live near family and have had to build friends into our lives that can tolerate the wild and crazy. If you read about yourself on my blog or facebook page, do not be upset. I've written about the things that matter to me. It may be because of something you said. It may be because of an event. You are in our lives for a reason... that matters.
I have read every entry and looked at every picture you have posted since the very 1st one:)
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