Hello Fellow Moms, Bloggers and Internet Perusers!
Hi! My name is Laura. Like lots of ladies, most of my time is spent juggling. From a very high level, I’m juggling being a wife and a mommy. On a day-to-day basis, I’m way more disheveled than that. I’m juggling morning routines (using the word ‘routine’ very loosely), cups of coffee, bath times (this includes my own hose down), glasses of wine (when the stars align), feelings of happiness with large splashes of mommy guilt, clean laundry and poopy diapers, bedtime kisses with late night ba-bas, and thoughts of selflessness mixed with the desire to be completely selfish. And I’m loving it. Don’t get me wrong, just because I’m loving it doesn’t mean I’m excelling at it even half of the time. I’m still feeling pretty confident that my children will learn their first cuss words at home. But that’s just proof that we’re spending a lot of family time together. You’re welcome kids.
So, why now? Why start blogging at this particular point in my life? My strongest drive is my intense feeling to just start writing. It’s actually starting to encroach on my insatiable love of mindless TV watching. Once the kids go to bed, I have about an hour before my eyelids start to feel like cement and I lose all ability to engage in a coherent conversation. I can completely zone out and fall further in love with Chip and Joanna Gaines on HGTV, compete with my husband in a cutthroat game of Which-House-Will-They-Choose on House Hunters, see who will tap out on Naked and Afraid (yes, this really is a show), or bridge potential entertainment news gaps in my US Weekly by watching E!News. And, yes, as enthralling and satisfying as these options can be, I still think about writing.
I used to think I had nothing to say, but I don’t think that’s true anymore. I took a psychology class in college that said people don’t really develop a sense of who they are until they’re thirty years old. I believe that. I also feel that in light of losing my son after I turned thirty, I’ve developed a serious learning curve. There are times I feel like I have a stronger sense of who I am because of being a grieving mom and there are times I feel like I have no idea who I am (the new me). This same might be said for people who haven’t gone through child loss and in that sense, I feel like my stories can still relate to lots of people. Worst case, I can provide insight into my hurdles of grief and maybe it’ll help others relate to people in their lives. I’m not pigeon holing myself to only catering to loss parents, but it’s a part of me, and one I can’t shy away from (no matter how hard I try sometimes).
I hope that reading my stories provide comfort you’re not alone, insight into someone else’s view of the world, and most of all some laughter when it’s really needed. I’m looking forward to sharing this journey through life, the navigation through grief and the fumbles through family. This isn’t just about me either. I look forward to hearing from you too! I’d like to know I’m not the only one messing up. Just kidding – there are always wins in there too and they should also be celebrated. Bring on the blogging!