It could be my fault that yesterday’s blog didn’t read like I was hoping it to. Perhaps my sarcasm was too strong and you couldn’t see that my point was simply this: “I struggle to feel like a woman because that sense of mothering people by serving and constantly giving isn’t within me. It is a constant struggle”. I did not say I never do anything for anyone. That’s totally wacky and I would have myself committed.
My goal on this blog has always been the same. Doesn’t matter what the topic is, I’m going to be brutally honest about it and just put it out there. This isn’t the blog to come to if you like seeing an avatar of an incredibly skinny, perfectly pink woman cleaning her house. You’re not going to find recipes and little crafts to make every day with your perfect little children and you most definitely will RARELY find something to put on Pinterest. I’m. Not. That. Person. I’m not going to pretend to be that person. And there’s no WAY I would ever try to pretend to BE that person.
I feel like there’s a very very very easy way to make yourself look like this perfect domestic housewife and mother and it’s through blogging. I’ve always been against it. You’re never going to wonder “how does she do it all?” because I’m never going to pretend that I do it all. Because I don’t do it all. Because I have some issues and because…I’m actually a real person and not a fabricated pretend person. And also because I don’t think it’s actually healthy for your children and your family and yourself to BE the woman who does it all. Why do we glorify that?
I have a WACKY feeling that I’m not the only person out there with issues. I actually have a feeling that most people do. I was actually blessed with this weird wiring where I’ve NEVER felt like I needed to fake or hide or change just to make people like me. I actually can’t. It wouldn’t occur to me to ever even give it a shot. It makes me honest. I don’t lie unless I really need to save myself from something terrible. It’s just not in me. I am blatantly honest in my thoughts, my actions, my words, my smiles, my expressions. Everywhere. (In a kind way).
If I don’t love you, I wont say it. If I don’t think your baby is cute, I actually won’t tell you they’re cute. If I hate your outfit, I’ll never say I like it. If I don’t feel like smiling, I won’t fake one. If I’m feeling like shit, I’ll look like I’m feeling like shit. (That doesn’t mean I will tell you I hate your outfit…if you ask…I’ll nicely tell you it’s not my favourite.) If I do like something you BET YOUR BOOTS I will compliment you to the moon and back. Because I can’t keep it in. I LOVE complimenting people. But you know, from me, it’ll ALWAYS be honest. ALWAYS.
I know this isn’t the norm and I feel like it’s a gift. I feel like I can go ahead and just be honest for the people out there who can’t. So I’ll just tell it like it is and I KNOW that there’s people out there who read it and relate and feel better and get some more confidence within themselves. It feels GOOD to relate to other humans.
So if you don’t like it. If you only want to find ways to fit in and keep up with the Jones’ then this is the wrong place to look. This is not a place to learn to become a domestic goddess or WHATEVER (Yes you will find occasional recipes, blogs about my garden, new ideas I’ve come up with but there will all be here because it’s part of who I am…not part of who you want me to be.). If you feel like judging me then go right ahead because we all know that goes into your karma bank and not mine. If you don’t like it, there’s about a million mommy blogs out there that will teach you all the things you’re missing here. So go to them.