There are no babies and (with deep respect) no life altering illnesses here, but I hope you will stick around.
I’ll admit, I’m a huuge fan of the mommy-blogs. It is a sick obsession really, because I find myself looking at them even though I am very aware of the fact that I don’t/can’t use any of the mommy-gold yet. Here I am, 21 years old, teachers college bound, researching how to put your kids to bed on time, how to make proper baby food puree, and the like. I read their stories of hurdles overcome and marriage trials, daily.
I’m not the only one, people love this stuff–they eat it up. She figured out how to keep a screaming 2-year old from acting up in the grocery store??? Instantly moms (and me?) come running. It’s wonderful that the support is there for those who need it. But.
I am neither married, nor with child. I’m not out of my league, I’m out of my season. And I wish I could offer you a cornucopia of that stuff, because apparently it’s popular. But I hope to offer you something that fits well with those of you who need to hear from a different voice. Because I’m not there yet, but I am very much here…
I’m in the season of University life and college living; scraping my pennies together to buy a liter of milk, wearing earplugs to bed because the frat boys next door are blaring techno at 2 am, going to Bible study on Thursday nights by subway on my own and leaving on my own, going shopping whenever I want, curiously and anxiously awaiting the arrival of Mr. Right., keeping lists of future kids names for whenever that later season comes, leaving for a friends place at a moments notice, visiting my parents on the weekend. Perhaps you are there too??
Dude(s), let’s get coffee. There are not enough of us spoken for out here, and so I want to rep us in between folk. Or at the very least, I’ll rep me and my journey to who knows where. Perhaps mommy-hood, or maybe, (crazy idea) somewhere else.