There were two sayings that were on repeat in my house:
Be like a duck and let it roll off your back like water.
You mock what you are to be.
As an angsty and emotional teen, the first one used to annoy the crap out of me. The second one provided my brother and I with an endless amount of entertainment, giving us a button to push with my dad whenever he would do something that reminded us of our grandfather. (Man, did he hate that.)
And then I became an adult and began to grasp the power of those two statements.
The first — about being a duck — has helped me not take things so personally. It has also proven to be a really great image to use during meditation; imagining whatever is troubling me turning into little droplets of water and rolling off my back.
The second statement, the one we used to mock my father with, has reminded me that I am not above reproach and that sometimes the things we fight so fervently against are the things that we need to embrace the most about ourselves.
Take, for instance, the title of Mommy Blogger. Pre-kid, I was anti Mommy Blogger in a big way. I held a belief that those bloggers weren’t serious about writing, that they were just in it for the free stuff and a whole host of other judgmental crap. When I was pregnant with The Babe, I made a self-righteous comment or two about how I would never become a Mommy Blogger.
I was above that, clearly.
When I was brain dumping around what I wanted to write about, not a single word came up around motherhood or sharing stories about that side of my life. I wanted it to be an intellectual playground where I could explore deeper issues and follow my curiosity.
So. Much. Self-Righteous. Indignation.
So much mockery around a group of bloggers that I would come to empathize with and take comfort in the stories as the result of my own life experiences.
And then, one day, it happened.
I began writing about motherhood and sharing stories and images of my child and our time together. I would try to temper it with other stories and images, just so I could say that it’s not the only thing I write or talk about.
Because that somehow made it better.
The funny thing about it all? The pictures of The Babe, the stories about our daily routine, the posts asking about books for toddlers … they are, hands down, the ones that get the most likes, views, and comments. So that thing that I’ve been fighting and mocking for YEARS, is the thing that people connect with and want most from me.
So instead of fighting it, I am owning and embracing.
My name is Emily, and I’m a Mommy Blogger.
(And I’m also really looking forward to tonight’s #XfinityMoms After Hours Blogger Bash. That’s right. I was invited to a Mommy Bloggers event. How do you like THEM APPLES?!)