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.
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