So, not even a month ago, I was making fun of bloggers. Particularly, blogs with titles like "Mobile Mama." It was after I read some article in the New York Times about the industry of blogging moms, which is now so big that you can attend conferences on the topic and compete for national acclaim. I was kind of horrified, I suppose in the same way my conservative grandparents used to be horrified that I watched racy, soul-rotting TV shows like "Laverne & Shirley." That's when I realized I was going to be fighting a long, lonely mental battle against the forces of society if I didn't give bloggers their due.
Of course, you know what came next. The trip from sarcastic outsider to wannabe didn't take long. "Hmm, maybe I could have my own blog..." And in fact, it suddenly seemed like a great idea. A low-key way to finally write somewhere besides in my journal or at work, perhaps. So welcome to mom blog #32,784 (approximately).
Caveat to non-parents and other not-easily-amused types: If you're not into stories about children's misbehavior in public restrooms or fascinating recipes involving spinach and cookie cutters, please don't run away screaming. I'm not really into those stories, either. You have to be quite a literary genius to make that kind of material universally enjoyable to read, and I'm not up to that kind of pressure.
The reason for the title, "Mobile Mama," is because, well, when you have to boil yourself down to two or three words for a blog, that's about the best I could come up with. (And my first five ideas were already taken.) As someone who's always been a bit of a nomad, married to another sort-of nomad, who travels with our two human carry-ons quite frequently between our families on two continents, that seemed to fit. Our older daughter could recite the anatomy of an airplane before she could say her own last name. And even when we stop moving households and "settle down," which may happen soon, being mobile is (maybe forever?) in our blood.
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