The Difference of Blogging

I am assigned the task of writing about the difference blogs/books have made in my life. I am taking part in a bloghop hosted by the magazine I work for, Books Make a Difference. It’s harder than I thought it would be. I have procrastinated all month, and although I could blame my husband’s annual departure, our impending house sale and move, or the general expectations of my job and child-rearing, it is also true I have not made time to write through this piece.

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Blogging hasn’t always been this way. I used to have to restrain myself from putting out too many blogposts in a week.
Blogging with small children was as necessary as breathing.

I started blogging fall of 2003, and I found the support, encouragement, friendship, wisdom, connection and sounding board I so desperately needed.

That’s what writers do essentially, right? We write to hear an echo back from the world. We write in the hope our words will be important to someone else. Maybe not every writer needs emotional feedback, but I sure did. I was a stay-at-home mom unhappy with having made the deliberate (and seemingly permanent) decision to stay home and raise our children. Motherhood wasn’t what I had expected and I needed to know I wasn’t the only one who felt that way.

As I grapple with the focused subject of this post I am sitting in the back hatch of my car. My laptop is open on my legs and I am lounging near an elementary school playground . I glance up occasionally to make sure the girls are happily playing and taking frequent breaks to pet the dog. Big Sprout is building his muscles and stamina at a dryland hockey practice at a gym in town and I’m admittedly a bit nostalgic.

I never thought I would be at this point in motherhood.

Over and over again, in the early years of blogging, I’d write about the permanence of motherhood with small children. It was either pervasive frustration, or bouts of hilarity. I’d catch the sprouts teaching me things, and without a classroom to hash out the life-changing reality of the motherhood experience, I decided instead to put my stories out into the world for commentary.

I am most grateful for the commentary.

As I write this, I am watching a young mother with her little boy. He is about the age Big Sprout was when all of this blogging madness started. When I started to blog, Big Sprout was four years old and starting preschool, Middle Sprout was just over a year old, and Little Sprout was merely an idle egg in my ovary. I felt as though life were never going to be any different. Big Sprout turns 13 this month, and long gone is the permanence of mothering small children.

Blogging, instead, has been my permanence.

I was talking with someone yesterday about the shelf we have moved seven times during our marriage. We are preparing to move it again. It is a plain, white, cheap, particle-board bookcase, but it is the most important piece of furniture we own. On one side of the bookshelf there are hand-scrawled marks denoting the height of each of our children at various points in their childhood. If I’m grateful for any of my ideas, I am grateful I made the decision early in their lives to put this record on something portable. I didn’t ever want to have to paint over the marks or leave them behind. I guess that is sortof what blogging has been for me too.

Blogging is my portable marker. I can go back to old posts and I hear the voice of a woman I hardly recognize. I see linkbacks to women who have remained important friends in my journey through writing and motherhood and I can hardly imagine what type of mother I would be without them.

So, what difference has blogging made in my life? Having a space to write through and mark the growth that has happened for our family, and for me personally as a mother, has truly made more difference for me than I have words to explain.

 

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Copyright 2013                     Meagan Frank                     Choosing to Grow

Outgrowing my Blogspace…

Where’d You Grow Wednesday?

May 9, 2012

I had the best of intentions this morning to write a great blogpost about motherhood, learning to be a mechanic, and growing myelin. Then life started at about 8 am, and nothing ever materialized. I hope to get back to those topics next week.

So, in lieu of my planned blogpost contribution for Wednesday, I am going to direct all of you loyal readers to an online space where some of my writing has landed.

Brooke DeLench of MomsTeam is honoring sports moms all month, and the editors of her site graciously invited me to participate as a contributor. The post appeared today. I am grateful for impeccable timing!

It’s not exactly the Mother’s Day tribute I had swirling in my head, but there is always next week, right?!?

So I am happy to say you do not have to go through this Wednesday sans a WYGW post. You can simply read my outgrowth on the MomsTeam website.

I hope next week seems calmer and I can do some other blog writing that more directly addresses the many ways I have been growing lately.  In the meantime, ENJOY!

And P.S., if you are a mom, and you have not yet seen this fantastic piece about motherhood…treat yourself to a few minutes and soak it in. You deserve it!

Happy Mother’s Day!

I hope you have all had growth-filled weeks, and if anything extraordinary (or small) happened for you, I’d love to hear about it.  Shoot me an email at: choosingtogrow@meaganfrank.com or add a comment here.

Happy Growing!

                                               

Copyright 2012    Meagan Frank     www.meaganfrank.com         Choosing to Grow