The Power of Intention

Part 7 in the Remarkable Bloggers© Series

Finding a blog for this issue of Remarkable Bloggers© turned into a chore. In fact, I’d all but given up on finding anything really remarkable to write about. Technology blogs, humor blogs, writing blogs, marketing blogs. I searched and searched. Mommy blogs, whines, pictures of kids with too much information. Still nothing “remarkable”. I stewed in my own juices and kept on reading. And then…what I assumed was just another “mommy blog” popped into my screen. I read, A Letter, Re-written.then I read more and more. I got chicken skin. This could be the next Remarkable Blogger©. As I continued to read this blog, I became enamored with this blogger. Her compassion, her strength, her intention to care, her utterly clear outlook on life (despite a wild turn of events), and her from the gut writing all blend to make a Remarkable Blog©. This one is a MUST READ.

When I emailed the Jenn, the author of Serving The Queens, I expected a diatribe about a tough life and tougher yet circumstances. Again, I was surprised.

Back in the day, I used to write about things that touched me and email them, or (egads!) snail mail them to family and friends. One day, someone said to me, “You should start a blog”. “What is this blog thing that you speak of,” asked I, and so it began. I was surprised and humbled when people began stumbling upon it and reading me regularly.

I’ve been taken aback a few times by mean comments or emails with critical messages, from what kind of mother am I to not commenting on other blogs. And I struggle now with people that know me reading my blog, later using the words that I write against me. (If you don’t like it, don’t read it.)

But, Jenn says life keeps her blogging.

writing is my outlet, my expression; my Prozac, I suppose.

While she’d rather focus on the commonality of the writers in her niche and the ties that bind them, Serving The Queens is truly a stellar example of blogging. When asked who she’d most like to meet and have guest post on her blog, her answer was clear.

You know, actually, I’d just love to meet some of my fellow bloggers — Slouching Mom, Lawyer Mama, The Wink — some of the people that inspire me so often and that I wish I could just wrap my arms around.

So, while you’re thinking that those “rockstar” mommy bloggers who rant about their “rockstar” lives and detail much more than you need to know are all there is in this vast niche called “Mommy Blogging”, think again. And remember what happens when you ass-u-me.

Elephants, Peanuts and Pedophiles

There’s a pink elephant in the room, and I need to tell you about it.

I already have my armor on. So go ahead and send hate mail. But after listening again to Kathy Lee Gifford (yes THAT Kathy Lee Gifford)on the subject of Mommy Blogging. I’m inclined to agree with her. In the good old days, I’d watch her and Regis and listen to seemingly hours of chatter about her two kids, Cody and Cassidy. Somehow, on first take, I thought her ridicule of mommy bloggers putting out all sorts of information about their kids (pictures and all) was a bit hypocritical. On second take, ummm not so much.

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While KLG obviously is about as in touch as my 100 year old grand mother, she does make a point about privacy. I did a little googling of my own on one of the children of one of the famous bloggers and OMG. I’m not mentioning any names here, well because there’s already enough out there on this child. Come on ladies. Yes, KLG tossed out info on her kids a decades ago that no one would have dared to mention, but brother AL Gore hadn’t invented the internet yet (its a joke ladies). Now, one can google a face, an address, a phone number, and even find the house by satellite and map directions to the location. A little too much trouble for the average person, I think. But peophiles do just that, genuine predators spend hours just looking for kids and as mommy bloggers, putting out all this info, you’re doing nothing but helping them. Think about it. Sports teams when my son was playing ball, about 15 years or more ago, wouldn’t even put the kids names on the uniforms, for fear of someone invading the family’s privacy and the all too real chance of a kid getting snatched.

Our number one duty as mothers is to protect our children. In some instances, I think enough information is being posted about our children to lead the whack jobs straight to the front door! And if that’s not enough to get you, think of the same whack job with your child’s cute little pictures right on his desktop! Call me old fashioned, call me out of touch…but I think my kids and my family are worth more to me than posting a cute little picture on the web, complete with details for all to see. Why in the name of the good Lord would a mother do that?