Blogs are like dating. You can be anyone on a date likewise you can be anyone on a blog.
A friend and I laughed recently about blogging and putting pictures on blogs. I may want a nice picture of the muffins I made for breakfast or of a vase of flowers Lily picked. I take it and it looks good and I put it on the blog, but what don’t you see in the picture? The dirty napkins and dried macaroni noodle I scrapped off the table real quick or the stack of bills I pushed over so they wouldn’t be in the picture. That’s real life, not that nice picture. The muffins may be delicious and it was so sweet of Lily to get those flowers, that is what I want to capture but maybe I should leave that noodle too.
Because I keep this blog as a way to remember my life as it passes, I want to record what life is (and was) around here. Even the ugly parts. I like finding the pretty in my days as much as there can be at this stage of life and there are many things I can be thankful for, mostly my babies and husband. I want to find contentment in these blessings, they do give me joy but with these blessings come many challenges too. Ugly drudgery I face each day. I want to keep that reality here as well.
I don’t want to be Debbie Downer, well, I do or I am really most of the time Debbie Downer, but no one reading this wants to listen to me whine all the time do they?
But I just shudder at the thought that anyone who reads my blog (or that one day I myself might come to think) “Wow, Aubri has (had) it all together!” You, know, that impression you can get from some blogs that someone else’s life is so beautiful and so much more perfecter than yours? And maybe it is, maybe that is their reality. It sure ain’t mine!
The thoughts that go through my head when I read some “mommy” blogs are, “My what a clean house you have!” and “My what clean children you have!” The better to eat you with are those thoughts! I have to be wary of discontent.
So I’m attempting to start a new “series” here, “Keeping It Real” where I’ll reveal the ugly from time to time and do a little whining…for posterity.
I like this thinking. Does it include the dirty children?
Where there are dirty floors, there will be dirty children! More dirty baby feet and faces to come!
I do enjoy the fantasy, but grandmere wants to see the real stuff too! After all, I have lived that life as well! And I do love to see those dirty little faces!