With BlissDom Canada soon approaching, I think of myself what inspires me to blog, and ironically, they are the same things which inspire me to be a better mom. With that said, I bring up my most favourite post here on the Yummy Mummy Club "Why Blogging Makes Me A Better Mother"...
Blogging makes me a better mother because...it inspires me. And when I'm inspired, I am more inclined to motivate the people around me.
Blogging makes me a better mother because...it opened up a whole new world of friends which make me less isolated. My new friends have advised and supported me through the baby blues, sleep depravation, breast feeding, field trips and school breaks. They have been my social network and my safety net.
Blogging makes me a better mother because...it has snowballed into a paying, part-time, career. Writing is my passion and I have parlayed it into a paying profession.
Blogging makes me a better mother because...it is mine. Something I do as an independent, grown-up, individual. It has nothing to do with the kids, husband, PTA or dog (if we had a dog). It is all mine. And in a mother's world where we do so much for others it is a treasure to have something all to my onesome.
Blogging makes me a better mother because...it is a tangible product. My busy life with a newborn (and big kids) means everything is half done (laundry, cooking, life in general). But if I write one post, just one, I have DONE SOMETHING TANGIBLE. And accomplishing just that one little thing can change my whole day.
Blogging makes me a better mother because...it has taught me to stop. pause. think. before I push send.
Blogging makes me a better mother because...it has re-introduced me to the world of trolls. I now know, first hand, the hurt feelings caused by meanness on the playground. I can empathize with my kids when they have a troll in their life because trolls (grown up or child...often both) are mean.
Blogging makes me a better mother because...it has challenged me to try new things.
Blogging makes me a better mother because...it hones my communication skills. Baby talk can't deplete the brain (I'm sure there is a study somewhere). Writing and crafting sentences stimulates my communication skills.
Blogging makes me a better mother because...it teaches me to learn. Today I learnt that an & sign, a # sign and 10003; all put together make a html checkmark entity on my blog. It may be insignificant to a non-blogger but to me it is conquering the unknown. And everyone should feel like they can conquer something once in a while. It's empowering.
Blogging makes me a better mother because...because it makes me feel accomplished. Not that, "stay-at-home mom" or "unemployed writer" don't sound great at dinner parties—they rock in the right crowds. However, personally, having a "professional title" does make me feel a little more self-confident at those dinner parties.
Blogging makes me a better mother because...it makes me happy. It is like my electronic child that I nourish. My blog is growing everyday. And I am so proud of it.
Blogging makes me a better mother because...I can take my inspiration, my social network, my career, my independence, my accomplishment, my thinking, my empathy, my learning, my communication skills and my pride and put them all into my family. Because I have something for me, I can give more to you. (Does that make sense?) Blogging encourages me, it provokes me, it heals me. I am a better mother because I blog.
For more articles, tips, and tricks to help you get organized and make the most of your blog and business visit our BlissDom Canada 2014: How Do You Find Your Bliss? page.
Membership Has Its Perks!
Today is my son's 1st day of pre-school. We've been waiting, excitedly, for this day for 2-and-a-half years. He gave me a smile, a high five, and a "bye Mommy" when I dropped him off. He's happy...so why am I crying?!
Anxiety much Caroline?! Yes, yes I do.
You would think I would be so over this by now...3rd child...I've done all these milestones before. Yet, my stomach is turning and my shoulders are high and tight.
Now, you will be happy to know I didn't cry at drop-off. I know better. Dropping off a child at school is like a band aid — doing it fast is so much better. I've seen the parents hang around, hug without stop, try to talk their clinging-crying kids down...and I've always felt bad for the teachers. Prolonging the departure is painful — for everyone. Teachers know their jobs...and it's our role to let them do their jobs. Despite the separate anxiety of kids (or us parents).
No, I gritted my teeth - put on my game face — said I would be back soon with a smile and a wink. And then two blocks away let the silent tears fall (you know those silent tears?...like the ones which fall when you watch a super sad moment in a movie.It's devastating, immediate, yet passes quickly. DS was totally fine at drop-off. Me?...two blocks away?...tearing up like I had just watched Mr. Darcy leave.
Walking away, I felt...a profound sadness.
Isn't it crazy that his milestone makes me sad? (yes, I felt the same way when both my big kids started day care...and kindergarten...and grade 8). There is something about them passing milestones which makes me stop in my tracks.
Do we call this Back To School Parental Anxiety? The stress of them starting something new...without us. Yes, I raise my hand when you ask if I'm a helicopter parent. And a snowplow parent. Guilty. I worry about them making friends. Adapting to a new situation. Going to the bathroom...in the actual bathroom and not in their underwear. Perhaps its my own confidence which is in question.
They certainly don't seem to have confidence issues. That hi-5 my toddler gave me this morning? It was strong and sure. He was happy to go into the pre-school room. Beside him...two little girls...facing armageddon...with tears and tantrums to fight it all the way. No...I wouldn't want that experience (poor kids...poor parents...poor teacher!).
On one level, I know my back-to-school anxiety is simply fear of the unknown (like most students experience). But on another level, I just want to cling.
Deep breath, game face, and keep smiling...tomorrow is another school day.