With all the talk of the BlogHer Conference throughout the “blogosphere”, I’ve been thinking about all that the bloggers there on my sidebar have given me-most of whom I do not know personally. For those of you that don’t know, BlogHer is an organization of mostly female bloggers and they host an annual conference to discuss the many facets of blogging and generally have a great time together. I’d LOVE to go some year and meet all the great people whose work I’ve been reading for months now. However, it simply isn’t in the cards for us right now with 3 small kids and J forbidden from taking time off in July. [This is the time when all the new residents begin training and aren’t able to take as much responsibility. Read: Don’t have an emergency that requires a visit to the ER during the month of July. Oh I jest!] The thing about BlogHer is: way more people want to go than are able to go. Those that do go have a FANTASTIC! WONDERFUL! time and want to share that excitement with everyone. And those that don’t go have a wee bit of a tendency to get jealous. And maybe sometimes they say things they shouldn’t about the bloggers they loved just yesterday. I thought maybe it was time to throw a little praise around.
So my point here…I have oft mentioned here (and to anyone within ear shot) that Little Lamb is not the easiest going kid out there. As I sat on the floor folding laundry today, with LL crawling in and out of my lap (a severe pet peeve of mine), I realized how quickly her second birthday is approaching. Thinking over these past two years, I remembered how desperate I felt in those early months when I quite honestly wasn’t certain we would all survive in one piece. LL loved to be rolled over in a ball, sleeping in my arms. But as soon as I’d set her down, she’d scream. And scream. And scream some more, long after I picked her back up. Now, I can only sit in one place so long. And TV quickly became quite boring. So, I turned to my new found friends on the computer to help me through.
Were it not for these dedicated bloggers, mostly women, mostly people I’ve still never met, I would never have survived with any shred of sanity. I want to offer these folks a sincere thank you for sharing your lives with me-the funny times, the sad times, and the everyday learning times. Even though she now pushes me out of the chair and hits my hand off the computer desk if I try to distract myself from her craziness, I’ll never forget what you gave me during those dark months. Or, how good I got at the single hand hunt and peck method of typing!
So here’s a grand list of some the early blogs I found. Clearly I’ve added many more great blogs to my list, but this is where it all started for me. Now, go give yourself a pat on the back for a job well done!
Kristjana at Mommy Blog
This is the very first blog I read. I had no idea people were writing blogs about interesting stuff. I thought it was all just political and geeky tech stuff-like the blogs my husband read.
Mir at Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda
Mir is one strong, loving, hillarious woman. I learn something from her in every single post she writes. I remember the first email she sent to me in response to a comment I made. I nearly peed in my pants! And then, when she answered a question I asked her AND she used her son’s real name…well, I nearly fainted.
Chris at Notes From the Trenches
She’s always good for a laugh, but she’s so much more than just that. The way she embraces the growth of her children (she has 7!) inspires me to enjoy the ride instead of lamenting the past.
Susan at Friday Playdate
Oh so funny. And wow. What a writer. She’s also extremely caring, and I can only imagine what it would be like to hang out with her.
Jennifer at As Cozy As Spring
The one blogger I really knew back then. Her love for her children, and their education, is quite apparent. She knew me and loved me through my ugly phase, otherwise known as junior high…what more can I say?
Michael at Charlotte’s Web (now Riding With No Hands)
A dad who loves his girls and sweetly shares their stories. I love how he expresses what few men allow themselves to share.