I guess Dooce’s post was more inspirational than I thought…this post has been brewing for a little while now, it’s about time I got it up here.
When IT Boy was born, I started a blog. Not this one, but one for family only, to view pictures of him and sister, and to hear about what was going on in our lives. Amusingly, the family I created it for spent a huge amount of time questioning why I was doing this blog. You might even use the word “scorn”. I enjoyed blogging, but wasn’t getting a lot of support on the home front and figured I would eventually let the blog go the way of all flesh. During that time, I was conversing with a co-worker and sent him the link to view the blog. He sent me back a note, which included the following sentence:
Amazed good that you have found the time and energy to create something that your family will value greatly in future years.
I was stunned to get that note. It encapsulated exactly what I was trying to do and gave me support at a time I needed it. To create a legacy for our family. How could someone who didn’t even know my family see the value of this when my own could not? I may not have been able to fill out the baby books, or mark where and when every photo was taken, but I could tell the story of our lives in a blog. When they were grown, I wanted the kids to see it and know exactly what we were going through, and how terribly much those moments as a family meant to me. Even if no one around me got it in the present, maybe someone would, someday.
I kept up that blog, and started this one. And I ignored what people around me said, until I saw Dooce’s post. It made me remember what this co-worker had said - I had even saved the email, it meant so much to me. I was so happy that someone else put into writing what I have been thinking.
The very night I read Dooce’s post, Little IT had dinner with a friend and her family. When they brought her back, the dad saw my “Confessions of An IT Girl” business cards, and asked what they were. Mr. IT jumped right in and starting telling him about my blog. But it wasn’t in the tone I would have hoped for. Suffice it to say, he was more poking fun at this endeavor than acting like a spouse that was supportive of my efforts.
The dad (who I should add was not mocking, but was curious in a nice way) asked why I blogged. I wanted to burst out and say much fun blogging is. That it’s connected me with people in ways I never thought possible. I wanted to tell him that I was asked to blog for a new site that another company had just started up. How I had just completed my first blog interview for that site. How my blog got Little IT and me on a national TV show. How I was going to be quoted in a news article a few days. I wanted to talk about the emails that I have gotten from parents of kids going through early intervention, and how they’ve said how much my blog, *my* little blog, has meant to them. That somehow, in this crazy experiment, I’ve managed to make a difference.
But I didn’t get to talk about any of that, because the discussion had turned into a monologue on how blogging is ego run amok, and aren’t I crazy to get caught up in all of this. At that point, I just wanted to get off the topic and said that I blogged for work. Genuinely curious, the dad asked more, and I answered more, but my heart wasn’t really in it.
You see, if you asked me that question tonight, I would have told you of all the joyous highs, and a few lows that have come with the territory here. Sure, people can say what they want, but I have a thick skin. I get what I am doing, and I am proud of it.
Mostly, though, I would tell you that I’m doing this to make a difference somewhere. Be it with my job, my friends, my kids or my world, if I can have an impact or at least try, I’m happy. Sure, there’s ego here, but I hope people see a lot more than that. Yes, I do dream of a day when my son and daughter will come here to learn a bit more about their crazy mom. When they do, I hope they see how very much I love them and their father, and that my legacy may not be a journal, diary or painting, but it’s crafted with as much love and is every bit as meaningful.
In short, I blog because I want to, and I can. I thank all of you for coming on this adverture with me. I promise you, the best is yet to come.
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