Last night, when my husband handed me my Christmas Eve present, I suspected that he was up to something, as he couldn’t contain his smile.
Inside that box was a ticket to BlogHer ’11, a huge conference … the conference … for women in social media.
Let me back up a bit…
In April of this year, I fell in like. It started simply enough, a casual diversion at first. Harmless, really. But over the coming weeks, it blossomed into true love.
Over the past eight months, I’ve found a piece of myself that I thought was lost, a piece that I was worried I’d never find again.
Before we had children, I was an English professor and I was afforded the opportunity to exercise my mind in a way that exhilarated me.
We knew I’d stay home to raise our kids while they were small. But to do that, I had to sacrifice the fulfillment that I got from teaching and the connections that I had made with my peers.
Over the three years that followed, my vocabulary changed drastically, from words like paradigm and discourse to poop and na night. My reading list changed from Greenblatt’s Practicing New Historicism to Margaret Wise Brown’s Goodnight Moon, ad nauseum.
My children bring me tremendous joy … joy beyond compare, but I had lost a crucial part of myself on this motherhood journey.
This blog, this small space of mine, allowed me to stretch those muscles that lay dormant and with each passing day, I felt the adult part of my brain awaken.
Along the way, I’ve come to meet an amazing community of bloggers and readers, who have welcomed me, encouraged me, and taught me so very much. I’ve made friendships, real friendships, that I count amongst my life blessings.
I’ve always dreamed of being a writer, of one day having someone notice my writing, of having something to validate the hours and hours I spend blogging. (Those of you who blog know just how much time goes into what we do. Whether we’re writing, commenting, reading, replying, or brainstorming, our blogs are like another child. A needier child, at times, than our real children.)
And then, in the recent weeks, someone did.
And I am elated.
They have syndicated two of my posts. One is running today and the other on Monday.
Did I mention that I am elated?
I so am.
Maybe if you do, they’ll see that I bring some great people to the party and they’ll invite me back one day.
Today, they’re running But Still … Christmas.
From the bottom of my heart, I thank each of you who reads my words (and those of you who leave comments are in my will).
Without each of you, I’m not sure that would have kept writing and kept believing in myself.
And you’ve arrived here from BlogHer, I wholeheartedly welcome you!
To each of you who is here today, my gratitude is immeasurable.
*If you’re unfamiliar with BlogHer (as I was before April!), they, in their words, feature “[t]he best writing by women online in parenting, food, fashion, politics, sex, relationships and more.”
Elated doesn’t even begin to cover it. Overjoyed doesn’t even come close.