With a three year old in tow when I trundle out the door, it’s hard not to identify myself first and foremost as a mom. Like all parents, I think my child is possibly the best one in the world. Unlike most parents, I don’t think my child can beat yours up. In fact, she’s a bit of a wimp. We’re working on it. But she will beat your kid in a wing-wearing, song-singing, hopping-included, dance contest any day of the week.
For a long time, I kept a momblog, but I’m about to take it down. Any mom-ish stories will show up over here instead.
Why? Well, here’s what I used to say about my momblog: “Sometimes, it’s funny. Sometimes, it’s poignant. Sometimes, it’s useless. Sometimes, it sucks. Either way, writing publicly has opened up a world of fellow parents who identify with my parenting style or, at least, find the stories I tell mildly comforting.”
All that’s true. But, it’s also true that I am a blatantly honest parent. I make mistakes and admit to them. I make mistakes and still know that I’m a really good parent. I make mistakes and write about them using an oft-forgot style of writing known as satire
. This satirical form confused some folks who let me know it by showering me with insulting comments. I used to tell myself, “Well, you’re doing something right because only people who want to change the world ever truly make people angry.” But my skin wasn’t thick enough so I stopped writing as openly and honestly.
I hope to remedy this fear of angry commentators by moving over here. We shall see.
