Blogging Motherhood

I peeked at many a mommy blog today. There was the sad ones with tales of tired eyes and terrible two destruction. Mommy's with Lego's scattered where Ideas used to stir. They wrote of the kids wonder and sometimes even the simplest of moments. Tales of feeding, burping and bathing. Details kids take for granted that Mommy is watching. But, now also writing about.

Then there were the Moms that plastered photos of their kids for all to see. Smiling, shining kids unaware that mom blogs and uses their faces as candy. My kids cute! Come see what he did!

Moms blogging are all the rage right now and here I am trying to take a slice of the pie. But, I tried to surf through the motherhood genre, trying to see where I fit in. I read a few critics claiming how attention craved these moms are- but some aren't stay at home Mommy's like me and I doubt they need the attention as much as I do.

I'm a mommy- hear me whimper!

But the same truth unravels on every page, even if the child is nameless or faceless and just referred to as "the kid." We are using their innocence and imagination to captivate an audience. I'm not that worried though, because everyone wants to crawl back into a fetal position and observe the world through trusting eyes. But yet, I haven't introduced my children yet. I think its because I don't like to share them. Not their smiles, not their days and definitely not their stories.

I am the type of mom that has my kids by my side all day. That while they are at school- I look at the watch and count the hours till I can bring them back in to play.

Will I write about them? Maybe, but then I feel like I am invading their place. If I write of a moment we shared, I take away from there chance of remembering it without intrusion. One day, they will be unable to distinguish between the memory I created for them in my words and the one they actually held.

My daughters are lights. They are what makes me most proud of myself. That I had even a golden strand of hair, facial expression, or ounce of stubbornness to do with it all- will always amaze me.

I think I will write of them through my eyes and let them know that I am just observing from a distance. Honoured to have such a great view. And If I have learnt anything from my trip through Mommy Blogs, its that a blog with no comments is a blog that's not heard. So, I guess I can start to consider this my sounding room instead of my sounding board.

There once was a time when Mommy's didn't share what their kids experienced because we were a private family unit who didn't want the "neighbors" to know. Now the neighbors don't need to raise their windows to hear the sounds from next door. They need only to Google.

I will raise to the ranks of mommy blogging but until I get a comment or two I wont raise any ethical eyebrows.