'Sell By' Date
Cape Buffalo and Fear and Loathing in Stepford have expired. I tried to ignore the stink by just keeping the door to the fridge closed but I knew I'd have to go back in eventually either to continue with the mediocre once-or-twice a month posting thing I've been doing for most of the last year or hold my nose and take care of things once and for all.
So here I am. The end of the line. No more mommy blog.
When I first started writing and reading blogs, it was affirming to find so many like-minded people out there who seemed like they'd be really great drinking buddies and who helped remind me that certain aspects of being human while also being a parent are universal. Keeping up my 'mom blogger persona' has become more and more difficult, and lately I've felt as though I'm writing in the voice of a stranger.
In the nearly three years since I started this site, much has changed in my life and in the lives of my favorite bloggers. The most important thing is that my beautiful daughter is growing and growing and needing me more, not less (phew). When I started this blog, she was a princess-obsessed preschooler. Now she's in second grade; writer of book reports, warrior of the pre-tween social jungle, gymnast, competitor. How she has grown.
Parenting for lo these eight years have taught me that kids never stop needing their parents, but the shape of that need changes. Its first shape is of warm arms to enfold, feed, and comfort. All too soon you're a human jungle gym, chauffeur, social coordinator and homework helper. Always the anchor, the safe harbor.
I've changed and grown, the Kiddo has changed and grown. Hubby has completed grad school and is building a new career. We've moved twice. We lost a cat and gained two new ones. That's a hell of a lot of living in three years.
I thank those of you who were kind enough to join me along the way. I have enjoyed learning about you through your sites and even meeting a few of you. I'll continue to check in on you from time to time.
Wishing you all the best.
for the last time,
C.B.
So here I am. The end of the line. No more mommy blog.
When I first started writing and reading blogs, it was affirming to find so many like-minded people out there who seemed like they'd be really great drinking buddies and who helped remind me that certain aspects of being human while also being a parent are universal. Keeping up my 'mom blogger persona' has become more and more difficult, and lately I've felt as though I'm writing in the voice of a stranger.
In the nearly three years since I started this site, much has changed in my life and in the lives of my favorite bloggers. The most important thing is that my beautiful daughter is growing and growing and needing me more, not less (phew). When I started this blog, she was a princess-obsessed preschooler. Now she's in second grade; writer of book reports, warrior of the pre-tween social jungle, gymnast, competitor. How she has grown.
Parenting for lo these eight years have taught me that kids never stop needing their parents, but the shape of that need changes. Its first shape is of warm arms to enfold, feed, and comfort. All too soon you're a human jungle gym, chauffeur, social coordinator and homework helper. Always the anchor, the safe harbor.
I've changed and grown, the Kiddo has changed and grown. Hubby has completed grad school and is building a new career. We've moved twice. We lost a cat and gained two new ones. That's a hell of a lot of living in three years.
I thank those of you who were kind enough to join me along the way. I have enjoyed learning about you through your sites and even meeting a few of you. I'll continue to check in on you from time to time.
Wishing you all the best.
for the last time,
C.B.
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