On Blogging...

After reading Jennifer's last post for awhile, I started thinking about why I read other people's blogs. Initially, I was introduced to Colleen Hammond by a friend. I loved it immediately. Her site appealed to the activist in me. I would read her blog and go away feeling like someone else was fighting for things I believed in. It made me want to do something. Unfortunately, I was in my last semester of college, and had a newborn, so there wasn't a whole lot I could do except wear a smile when people asked how I was doing it.

The same friend that introduced me to Colleen Hammond, later introduced me to Danielle Bean. "Wow," I thought, "this is who I want to be like eventually". She was so real. She had bad days and good days. She was so honest about how she was feeling, and the everyday obstacles she encountered in her day. She became somewhat of a role model for me, and showed me what it meant to be a wife and a mother.

After that, I was hooked. I found other similar sites, like Minnesota Mom, Rosetta Stone, and Far Beyond Pearls. Other moms who were equally honest and equally real. Once we moved to Arizona, away from family, and away from supportive friends, these women took their place in some sense. I still had support that I needed.

Strange, isn't it? That I could feel support from people who had no idea who I was. I didn't even usually comment on their sites. I just read. These women were living their vocation faithfully. Some of them struggled in their faith sometimes, just like me, but they kept on, they kept going, and they kept trying. And they still do, and so do I. Now, there are quite a few blogs I read, and the list continues to grow. It has become a necessity for me to read them on a daily basis.

And then I do my own little part here. I come here, and open myself up, and pour it out here. And I try to be as honest as I can. And I try to be real. I may not have many readers, but that's OK. Maybe I am inspiring someone to keep on as well. And maybe not, and that's OK too.