I am afraid that no one will read this blog.
There. I said it. I have been sitting on this idea for a few months now. I purchased the domain name and created the WordPress account. I have dreamt big dreams about what this blog could be and how many people it could reach. I have longed to create a place where I (and you) can be open and honest about this greatbighardimportanttiringincredible job called “motherhood”.
Because I’m tired of everywhere I look making me feel like a failure as a mom. I’m tired of hopping on Pinterest to find a recipe and walking away feeling like oh my word I should be doing so much more but I can barely keep these people alive much less sew them clothes made from old t-shirts and pillowcases and feed them meals from scratch that look like a work of art and build their bedroom furniture out of scrap wood all while keeping the house clean and decorated with perfectly manicured nails that have that cute little “accent nail” on one finger.
stupid accent nails.
I’m tired of reading other mommy bloggers that are all like “tra la la my life is perfect and my kids are geniuses and everything we do is homemade and from scratch and don’t you wish you were us.” If that’s you, well, good for you. But it’s not me. And I have a feeling it’s not A LOT of moms. Cause when I take time to really look into the eyes of the moms I come in contact with- when I listen to their stories and hear their hearts and their heartaches, it always comes back to this: motherhood is flipping hard.
So I’m done just sitting back and pretending that we should all have to act like we have it all together. Because let’s be honest- no one does. (Except for that dang Pioneer Woman. I think she’s an alien or something.) I say it’s time to make a safe place where we can be open and real and raw and vulnerable and honest about how crazy and wonderful and exhausting and exhilarating this mommy thing is. Let’s lay our confessions out in the open and laugh and cry together. Let’s create a community of honest moms who throw off the facade and choose to embrace one another with our beautiful flaws and imperfections.
I promise I won’t judge you if you won’t judge me.
Are you ready? Will you join me here in this safe place? Cause we are about to get down and dirty in the realness of motherhood. It may not always be pretty, but it will be freeing.
Let’s do this!