Here's Why I'll Never be a Blogging Rock Star
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I have a life.
Simple as that.
A life that sometimes requires being a mom and at other times requires me to be someone else's mom.
(Just kidding about that last one--it's just that my job sometimes feels like I'm about 40 other people's mom.)
A life that requires me to be a wife.
And a friend.
Take this week, for instance. Last Friday, after meeting with 40 students over three days, I, along with my students, officially made it to Fall Break. The relief I felt at 2:00 p.m. Friday afternoon was palpable.
At 2:01 p.m. I switched hats. The "Professor" hat became the "Mom" hat. Just like that.
I didn't even feel a thing!
And for the next four days I was just Mom. Nobody asking me about their Argumentation papers; nobody wanting to hash through their audience; nobody wondering what "choppy" means. I was just, blessedly, Mom.
My two college girls came home for Fall Break, and we had fun doing absolutely nothing. We ate lots of good food; we watched the original "Father of the Bride" movie in the middle of the afternoon (an indulgence, indeed!); we shopped; and we just hung out, enjoying every minute together.
Yesterday the girls went back to school, and I hurried to clean up the house because a dear friend from college was coming to visit. [Fun side note: we were on the same floor our freshman year--that was over 30 years ago! I'm so thankful for our school and the friendships I made there.]
So my friend is here for a couple of days. Tomorrow she leaves, and my freshman year roommate, Jennifer, is coming for the weekend, bringing her darling daughter with her for . . . wait for it . . . her college interview! Hopefully E will be here next year and I can get Jennifer to come visit more often.
[Second fun side note: I'm always telling my girls that they will be friends with their college friends for the rest of their lives. Jen and I are living proof. I sometimes imagine that Jen and I will be old and gray and still getting together, laughing about how silly we were in college. Who follows people on their dates anyway? Who would do such a thing? Seriously.]
Have I mentioned that it's hunting season? B leaves tomorrow for a long weekend away.
Basically, my front door should look more like this:
than this:
I don't mention any of this to complain. I have the gift of hospitality, and I love to use it. It brings me such joy when my house is full of friends and family, especially daughters.
Why I DO mention it is to reaffirm, once again, that blogging, for me, just HAS to take a back seat to real life. Because real life is full. Real life is fun. Yes, real life is hard sometimes, but a blog can't hug you when you need it or smile at you when you walk through the door.
For me, real life is the thing. And while I love blogging and have no plans to stop, I refuse to let it rule me.
And that, dear friends, is why I will never be a blogging rock star.
I obviously won't be around here over the next few days, but please check back next week when I'll have more to say. (Better yet, sign up to receive updates in your email box or reader.) Or, come Monday, I might just go to bed for a while. My students will understand, won't they?
Now tell me. What makes YOU a blogging rock star? Link your favorite post from the past couple of weeks in the comments.
Simple as that.
A life that sometimes requires being a mom and at other times requires me to be someone else's mom.
(Just kidding about that last one--it's just that my job sometimes feels like I'm about 40 other people's mom.)
A life that requires me to be a wife.
And a friend.
Take this week, for instance. Last Friday, after meeting with 40 students over three days, I, along with my students, officially made it to Fall Break. The relief I felt at 2:00 p.m. Friday afternoon was palpable.
At 2:01 p.m. I switched hats. The "Professor" hat became the "Mom" hat. Just like that.
I didn't even feel a thing!
And for the next four days I was just Mom. Nobody asking me about their Argumentation papers; nobody wanting to hash through their audience; nobody wondering what "choppy" means. I was just, blessedly, Mom.
My two college girls came home for Fall Break, and we had fun doing absolutely nothing. We ate lots of good food; we watched the original "Father of the Bride" movie in the middle of the afternoon (an indulgence, indeed!); we shopped; and we just hung out, enjoying every minute together.
Yesterday the girls went back to school, and I hurried to clean up the house because a dear friend from college was coming to visit. [Fun side note: we were on the same floor our freshman year--that was over 30 years ago! I'm so thankful for our school and the friendships I made there.]
So my friend is here for a couple of days. Tomorrow she leaves, and my freshman year roommate, Jennifer, is coming for the weekend, bringing her darling daughter with her for . . . wait for it . . . her college interview! Hopefully E will be here next year and I can get Jennifer to come visit more often.
[Second fun side note: I'm always telling my girls that they will be friends with their college friends for the rest of their lives. Jen and I are living proof. I sometimes imagine that Jen and I will be old and gray and still getting together, laughing about how silly we were in college. Who follows people on their dates anyway? Who would do such a thing? Seriously.]
Have I mentioned that it's hunting season? B leaves tomorrow for a long weekend away.
Basically, my front door should look more like this:
than this:
I don't mention any of this to complain. I have the gift of hospitality, and I love to use it. It brings me such joy when my house is full of friends and family, especially daughters.
Why I DO mention it is to reaffirm, once again, that blogging, for me, just HAS to take a back seat to real life. Because real life is full. Real life is fun. Yes, real life is hard sometimes, but a blog can't hug you when you need it or smile at you when you walk through the door.
For me, real life is the thing. And while I love blogging and have no plans to stop, I refuse to let it rule me.
And that, dear friends, is why I will never be a blogging rock star.
I obviously won't be around here over the next few days, but please check back next week when I'll have more to say. (Better yet, sign up to receive updates in your email box or reader.) Or, come Monday, I might just go to bed for a while. My students will understand, won't they?
Now tell me. What makes YOU a blogging rock star? Link your favorite post from the past couple of weeks in the comments.
