My strange addiction isn't to eating cornstarch or collecting dolls or even to French fries (although that doesn't seem so crazy). My strange addiction is to mom blogs. Specifically blogs along the lines of Jane (aka Franny), James, Taza, Rubyellen, and Danielle. There are more, but I’m not going to further embarrass myself.
Okay, maybe it's not an addiction, but I think it definitely says something about me that I prefer reading mom blogs to any other kind of blog. More than food, movie, or fashion blogs (seriously people, the world has enough fashion bloggers). I guess my love for mom blogs wouldn't feel so weird if I had anything in common with these people. I mean I'm not married, I'm not domestic and I'm not a cool, hip creative mom—sorry I mean I’m not a mom. Period.
I guess the reason I love reading the writings of these women isn't necessarily because I want what they have (at least not right now girl, I'm a strong single lady), but because they make life look so fun, flawless and inspirational. These women find time to raise one, two three even four children and are still totally stylin' and crafty. They have super adorable and creative children, and lovingly supportive hubbies. It really feels like these are families that belong in the quirky fictional town of Stars Hollow, CT rather than the very real cities of the U.S. For goodness sake, they find the time to photograph their lives in the most flattering and pretty ways, and they decorate their childrens' rooms with awesome thrifted finds that I have never come across at my local junk shop.
They make it look so easy. But more importantly, is they make it look so pretty. I am a single girl with only myself to take care of and I don't find time to make personalized Valentines or special cakes for certain days of the week. What’s wrong with me? These ladies plan, and photograph, each meal meticulously. I don't know what I'm going to have for lunch in two hours. They are also the women responsible for my insanely long bookmark list entitled "things to do when have baby" which, now that I think about it, I need to bury a bit deeper so that no man I ever date may happen upon it.
These women are wonder women. Really, there is no other explanation for it. When mothers these days struggle to find the balance between work, raising wonderful children, being an awesome spouse and finding happiness within yourself, these women ever so kindly invite readers to read about their everyday conflicts and struggles in their journey. And they also let you in on the secret that life isn't always glossy with perfect lighting. Mamas, I know that stuff can't all be fun to deal with, but thank you for sharing it with all of us. I can't speak for everyone, but seeing messiness makes me feel less guilty for not knowing how to macramé a slipcover for my couch. Sometimes, the only thing keeping me from thinking these women aren't cyborg crafting hybrid stepford wives is the occasional posts of where they reveal their messes. Thanks for keeping it real, but also showing that motherhood isn’t a slide into being unhip and rocking Crocks. It’s really a relief.