Dear BabyMac reader,
We haven’t ever met before, but I know you know me. And I kind of know you. You’ve been following and reading my blog for years now. You’ve seen it all, all the ups and downs, read just about every post and I bet you feel like you know me, mostly because you probably do…what you read here is pretty much what you get in real life. I’m an open book, that’s just how I am.
My blog turned 7 years old a month or so ago. 7! Older than my kids. It came and went without any fanfare, or giveaway or words from me, all of a sudden now it’s 7, and that’s just what it is.
Each morning I sit down, open my laptop and after reading my emails I check in on the blog. For the past 6 months or so usually this process involves me reading search terms in my stats that make me feel sick. Words that I don’t even want to write in here (because if they ever get written into google again they might just end up here again). I don’t want those people here, they are not welcome here, nor many places on the internet where people share their lives or stories and pictures about their children. It’s opened my eyes, that’s for sure, about what I share and what people may take from my blog. While you might just shut the whole thing down, well, I have dealt with a vaguely sick feeling and just gotten on with it, adjusting and making mistakes as I go.
Other mornings you read emails or see that people are tearing you down in other ways. And that’s OK. Everyone is entitled to their opinions, likes and dislikes. I mean I really don’t understand why there is such a thing as unsalted butter in this world, but there is, and I leave it be. Let it do its thing and just stay away from it. It has its place, and makes people happy, and my life is too short to try to cut it down, or make it feel bad about itself. It just is what it is.
Things have changed on this blog, no doubts about it. That’s because I have changed. My family has changed. What I want to write about has changed. Things I want to share have changed. You won’t get those heart wrenching stories about my kids, or marriage, because things are good. There’s plenty of things I just want to keep for myself. Or my family. Things get better when your kids get older, all of sudden you realise that you actually get sleep in the night now. When did that happen? There’s not so many tantrums, frustrations, not knowing, doubts. So I don’t write about them. My kids are getting older, and their stories and images are their own, they don’t belong to anyone…not even me. So I don’t share them so much anymore. Brands may want to work with me and so where it’s a good fit I will write about them in a sponsored post here or there.
But. I do own MY story and what I love. And I like to think that has some reason why people might come here and read what I have to say. So I’m writing about that stuff. Sure, it’s not life changing. It’s not challenging. And it’s not heart wrenching. It’s my life and what I love in it. Well made beds. A freshly mopped floor. A delicious recipe. A picture of a cold glass of champagne on a summer’s afternoon. A beautiful bunch of flowers placed just so. It is what it is, and for me, it’s very good indeed. It’s honest. It may make you want to punch me in the face, but it’s my life. It is what it is. For now.
You see you’re damned if you do, damned if you don’t. So I’m sticking with me. Backing me and salted butter and quietly going about my life, sharing as I go. It’s not for everyone, that’s for sure, but I know there are some that get a little from it too. Yes, even how to softly boil an egg! I’ll change my profile picture to one of me looking fancier because SHIT, who doesn’t like a picture of themselves in hot TV make up? Come on! I’m a stay at home Mum who doesn’t shower as much as she should do! I’ll keep sharing things that I know how to do – whether it’s placing flowers in a vase, making a bed, or cooking dinner for 10. This is the stuff I love and I love having a place to come and share that stuff. One thing you can count on is that things will just keep changing, because life does.
Thanks for reading. Thanks for sharing. Thanks for investing in me and my family. Things are different, and one thing I know is that they will continue to be different as time continues to pass. Read if you like, leave if you like. At least know what you are getting along the way:
Someone who drinks and eats too much. Smokes the odd ciggie. Likes a clean house. Doesn’t exercise as much as they should. Loves to entertain and feed people. Swears like a trucker. Has an amazing family. Lives in a beautiful house. Buys too many cushions. Detests craft. Takes photos of herself. And writes a blog.