I was reading a blog called "Camp Patton" yesterday, and I came across this post written by the Camps's main counselor (or more accurately, its chief cook and bottle washer), Grace Patton--the hilarious young wife and stay-at-home mom of three small children who has the pithiest way of describing everyday life in her joyful yet chaotic household--titled "Are you embarrassed of your blog?" (You can read said post here, if you're interested.)
Grace Patton has absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about, trust me. I think she has a legion of loyal followers, and with good reason. Her blog makes me laugh out loud on a regular basis, and it brings back memories of those long-ago (for me anyway--but it seems like most blogger/blog reader types are a lot younger than I am), indescribably crazy days filled with breast pumps, dirty diapers, pregnancy woes, temper tantrums, car trips from h-e-double toothpicks, and way too many sleepless nights spent taking care of wee "need mongers" (that's what she calls them--I told you she's funny). This adorable young blogger has more wit in just her pinkie finger than most average humans have in their entire persons, and she is a gift to the blogosphere.
The title of Grace's post really grabbed my attention, because my answer to that question these days is, "Yes, I am...sometimes, anyway." I've been going through a phase, worrying that I've lost the mojo I used to have. When I first started this blog two years ago, I actually had a list of topics in my head that I couldn't wait to share with you (or bore you with?), but lately I've been wondering what in the world I'm doing here.
I get embarrassed, I do. Everybody and his sister is out there blogging these days, writing either very funny, very insightful, very helpful, or very meaningful stuff; and here I am, with my little blog about...nothing. It worked for Jerry Seinfeld's show, you might recall, but I'm not really sure if it's working for me.
My blog is a little this, and a little that, and a little the other (with a lot of bragging about my husband, kids, and grandkids thrown in there for good measure). It's a bit of a mish-mash and a mess, and lately I've been thinking of just shutting it down. But I won't, and here's why. My husband would miss it. He reads it every day, and when he's away on his trips as an airline pilot, it gives him the comforting feeling that I'm sitting with him and talking his ear off, as usual. My kids would miss it, and it's another way of keeping connected to them now that most of them live far away. My baby sister and a few of my nieces and sisters-in-law, who've made reading it (as they sip their morning coffee, if I ever get anything posted early enough for that) one of their daily routines, would miss it--at least that's what they tell me! So I'll keep blogging for my family. They have to love me, even when I have nothing whatsoever to say!