I started blogging a little over two years ago. Peanut was almost one and I was finally feeling my parenting grove…meaning I actually had a nap time or two of me time a day and was looking for an outlet. I had stumbled across a few parenting blogs and thought, hey, I could do that.
I was never in it for the fame and fortune, which is a good thing because I haven’t found either. Sure, there are some very well-respected bloggers out there who get interviewed by major media outlets and apparently make a very good living through sponsorships and ads.
Me, I just needed a blank page to fill with words. A place to document the growth of my peanut and my role as mommy. A community that understood what I was going through and might offer a bit of advice. I needed a voice.
Of course in the early days I checked my Google Analytics regularly – how many people were coming, where were they from, did they come back? I honestly haven’t checked it in months (of course I looked today because I was thinking about it). I’m okay with my steady readership. I know most of my readers either are related to me, know me, know someone related to me or are friends of friends. And that’s fine. Because even if I only had one reader (hi mom!), I’d still write here. I’d still share my potty training stories or silly things peanut says or moments when I struggle with what it is to be a stay at home mom. I need to. It’s just what I do.
Nope, I won’t be at Blogher (although I always swear, one of these days I’ll be able to justify it). Nope, I’ll never be a featured guest on Oprah. Nope, I won’t be asked to guest post anywhere. I’m just still a high heeled gal adjusting to my life in flats who will continue to write about it here – hey, it keeps my mom up to date, my friends slightly entertained and me a little bit saner than I would be without it.
And that gets an A in my book any day.