Blog Confusion

I’m not sure how or why ‘followers’ or ‘likes’ are added to my stats if I don’t get the views to match them.  Makes me think there are people who are perhaps just looking to promote their own blog.   I’m new to this gig.  Instead of liking will you please visit and then comment?   I’d love feedback on how to make this brand new blog of mine survive.  Seriously.  Thankful for the response I’ve had, but I’m all about authenticity.  Don’t like it if you haven’t read it.  Thanks!

PS- I WILL visit your blog!  Looking forward to it!

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Three Reasons to Be Better

She watches me put on makeup, and asks me, “Why?”  

“Oh, I don’t wear much.  I just want to cover up those spots from the sun.  Be sure and always wear sunscreen, Pumpkin.  The sun is bad for your skin.”

“But why?  Why are you covering up the brown patches, Mommy?  Why would you do that?  That’s part of your face.”

My five-year old reflects who I want to be – not the lady in the mirror covering her imperfections.

He snuggles into his bed and grabs my hand, pressing it on his face.  

“Mommy, I just want your hand. Ok?  I love your hand.”

He closes his eyes and breathes in comfort.  

His eyelashes.  His skin a fragile peach.  Soft.  Warm.  My hand on his cheek.

That’s all he needs.  That’s all I need.  Presence.  

My oldest son’s last paragraph in an essay for school:

“I think I get my persistence from my parents.  Right now they’re both training for half marathons.  My mom has done many before, but this is my dad’s first.  There’s no backing out now because they already signed up.  They’re hard to wear out unless it has to do with my brother and sister crying over something.  (HA! He’s right about that!) This will help impact my life because I will set goals and no one will stop me.  I will accomplish those goals, and then I will set more.  Thanks to my parents, I know I will have a happy life.”

Who knew?  They really do watch everything you do. But not when you think they’re watching.

Those three monkeys.  If I’m really being honest with myself, those three are my reasons for almost everything I do, think, say, believe.  Those three monkeys.  My kids.

Who knew motherhood would be this awe-and-ache inspiring?

I will not and do not strive for perfection or even greatness.  My three monkeys have taught me to strive for authenticity, simplicity, honesty, presence, (and yes – persistence) and love.

****I want to end my post there, but I do forget sometimes.  Is it just me, or are many of us accidentally falling into the search for perfection when our kids are teaching us everyday that’s not what they need?  Ironic really.  Our hunt for perfect parenting takes us further and further away from what it is our children really want us to be.  Are we able to slow down enough and be present?  How can we make this mindfulness a habit?

1 Reason 2 Write….

People!  What can I say?  I love people.  Communicating with others about life, hearing their points of view, and establishing new relationships and even friendships through writing is way better than pushing and shoving  through my brain – solo-.  It gets a little chaotic in there, and honestly, one idea cancels the next.  My thoughts abuse each other,  and I’m left staring at a blinking cursor.  Who wants that?

SO – Join me!

I’m an exhausted and energetic (See how that works?  My brain is an oxymoron.) wife, mother, teacher, runner —  How cliche.

I love my life, but I’m searching for my writing voice.  Here’s this blip  blog, where I envision connecting with other moms, wives, teachers, runners, writers, whiners, and winers.   Let’s write together.

What should we write about next?

Let Me Look into Your Eyes

He said to write about our golden.

She’s resigned resting on her bed,

lazy and peaceful?

I call her name so she’ll look up and I can take a quick snap shot of her

to post.

She won’t have it.

A glance.

A sigh.

And then a glare? glance at

the obstruction I’m holding in front of my face.

She’s a dog,

but she’s over the screens

stealing the very eyes she’d like to see.

Then I continue writing.

Irony at its best.

My reason for stopping.

Good night.

Watching Her Grow

She’s only five.

Her fuzzy Frozen themed robe hugs her little body while she grasps Dollie, eats a lollipop, and gazes at the cartoons.

She has no idea she’s my reason to write.

She has no idea every time I look up she takes my breath away.

Lost in her innocence.

Both of us.

I want to reach across the room – from my armchair to the red couch that holds her –

and

touch her soft cheek,

kiss her forehead,

brush her hair away from her face,

whisper

I love you.

She’s my reason for writing right now.

She’s only five.

What’s Your Reason?

I write, but I’d like to write more.  Like so many bloggers, I’m a wife, a mother,  a runner, a teacher, a writer, a friend, a whiner, and a wine-r.  The problem is that everyone is all of those things now.

The gift of blogging:  writing and immediately publishing.  Never before have we been able to share our words with the world by pushing a single button.

The challenge of blogging:  reading all the things we want to say, have said, or have heard.  It’s all out there.  Being original has never been this difficult – ever.

So, what do you want me to write about? Let’s keep it clean, but keep it real.  I promise to write if you promise to read.   Deal?

Just give me 1reason2write.