I’ve been in the bloggy world for less than a year.
I loitered for a long time. I bookmarked 3 or 4 blogs and I read them faithfully every day.
The blogs were popular Mom blogs. I remember thinking, “Hmmm, this person has 97 comments today. Do they really care what I will think?”
And then one day, I was so moved, I couldn’t help myself.
I dipped my toe in and left a comment.
At some point, I actually had enough courage to open my own blog for comments. I’m so glad I did.
I’ve noticed a hierarchy in the blog world. I’m sure you have too.
The huge traffic-gobbling mom blogs set the trends. They offer amazing giveaways, write great posts and well, they deserve to be at the top. It doesn’t take a good blog long to become a shining star. A few of my favorite reads are at the tippy top. And I leave them comments on a regular basis.
Because they impact me.
I think my heart would stop beating for a millisecond if they left a comment on my blog. I’m a small fish in their great big e-pond.
I’ve grown my own small collection of readers (You-whooo! I love you-see I’m waving frantically!!). I don’t know what my blog will become. This may be it. And that’s okay, because I like myself. I’m nice that way.
But I discovered something the other day. As I hovered over my sitemeter results, I recognized a blog that kept resurfacing. I thought the name was catchy and I had a spare minute, so I visited. It was a cute little blog and I left a comment on the post she’d written.
About 4 seconds later, I got a new comment on my blog that went something like this, “OMG! I can’t believe YOU left a comment on MY blog. I visit you every day and you inspire me. It means so much that you left a comment for me. I’ve always wanted to leave one for you, but I didn’t think . . . Thanks so much . . . . “
I impacted her.
I was shocked. This person saw me as a big mom blogger. I didn’t exactly correct her. She was a small fish (or so she felt) in my e-pond.
It just made me want to give my best to my blog. I’ve been tempted to rant, vent and spew about life’s little upsets. I’ve tried to refrain because this is not an anonymous blog and that is not my purpose for blogging. I don’t want to make an negative impact. Ever.
You may have certain goals for your blog or it may be a helpful outlet to you. Whatever the reason, people are reading your words, whether you know it by their comments or not.
So, blog well.
Because you are impacting others.
Food for the Soul:
Psalm 19:14 “May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, O LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer.”
Every once in awhile, I get the impression from some of the comments left on my blog that people think I ‘have it together.’
I was just guffawing. Because that is funny.
Now, there are fleeting moments of peace and complete sanity. They are usually late at night. When the children are fast asleep.
But during the day? When there are little people awake, calling me Mom? Well. Anything can happen.
I woke up in a fine mood. It lasted for about 9 minutes. And then the toddler woke up.
My normally happy girl had morphed into a strong-willed, temper-tantrum-throwing beast. For several hours, I did every thing to appease. I offered snacks, pulled out toys, read books, took her temperature- Nothing worked.
I watched the clock and wished for nap time. It was 11 a.m. I couldn’t stand one more minute of it.
And so, I strapped her flailing arms and legs into her car seat. Grabbed my favorite book. Turned on a Baby Einstein movie in the car and drove to Taco Bell. I ate until I felt ill, read my book while she watched TV and stayed there until it was nearly nap time.
Just keeping it real.
Welcome to this week’s Sincerely ‘Fro Me to You Carnival. If you want to join in, you can read the guidelines here.
I grew up going to church. The same church my entire childhood.
It was average size, but small enough where everyone knew everyone else’s business.
My sister and I were the only set of twins in the church. And of course, this was before multiples and fertility drugs were so common.
So, we were special. (At least we thought so.)
The youth pastor and the pastor’s daughter decided to marry. They were special and so they needed something special for their special wedding.
I’ll never forget the day my sister and I were asked to be in their huge wedding. We were going to be miniature brides. Because we were special.
The bride ordered our matching dresses, miniature replicas of her dress. I remember they were $100 each, a small fortune even now.
Even with my ‘fro, I felt like a wedding cake topper: Perfect.
We were a hit at the wedding. So much so, that we became the hottest wedding accessory! Everyone asked us to be in their wedding. I mean, if one is cute, two is adorable!
And, we already had the adorable mini bride dresses! See? We were asked again and again!
Show me what you got!
My mini-van is like our mobile home.
We eat, sleep, watch movies, travel, communicate, make decisions-and much more, in our home-away-from-home.
We are going to Grandpa and Grandma’s farm for Memorial Day.
It is time to clean out the van. You didn’t see it, but I just shuttered.
I will spare you pictures. Because dried food and nastiness is so easy to visualize, isn’t it? You’ve got a mental picture, right now. See?
Here’s what I cleaned out of my vehicle:
- Portable high chair, featuring 4 dried food varieties
- 2 Hot Wheels cars
- a McDonald’s Happy Meal treasure
- 3 pictures of my first-born, from 3 years ago
- 19 cheerios
- 8 goldfish crackers
- numerous candy wrappers
- pieces of a popped balloon
- 2 books
- one clean diaper
- one pair of underwear (none of your business who’s)
- a dirty sock
- 4 hair clippies
- one hair bow
- an empty Capri Sun
- a dried-up strawberry fruit snack
- 5 game pieces from travel monopoly
- one french fry from 2004
- 1,000,000 crumbs
To read about other disgusting things found in people’s cars, so you don’t feel so alone and ashamed, visit Rocks in My Dryer for her What’s in Your Car Carnival?