If you’ve been following Scary Mommy’s quest for the Scariest of Mommies, you will know Sarah Momalom won. Congrats Sarah!
And in true Scary Mommy form, Jill wrote a post that was, I think, one of her best. It made me think. It made my nose snotty. And even though it has been the longest. day. ever. with the kids today, it made me remember how blessed we all are:
” I am very scary honest. This, above all else, is what makes me a scary mom: my need to breathe honesty and truth about everything and all that I have become since children poured from my womb and broadened the capacity of my heart to love.I need to be everything that I can be. This is my only shot. I am their only mother. This “gig.” This oh so overwhelming gig of motherhood…”
Dang girl, you nailed it.
It made me think too that, at the core of my blog, I like my brutal honesty and colorful stories. I want to be able tell my little poop/frustration/nakedtoddler/strugglingfirstgrader/damn-my-pants-are-too tight stories so hopeful someone, someday will read them, breathe a sigh of relief and say; “oh thank gawd it’s not just ME”.
I joked today with another blogger that “my blog doesn’t know what it wants to be when it grows up….”
Now I know that I know why I blog. My blog is more “growd up” than I think.