We all have our escapes. One of my favorites happens to be reading mom-blogs as I’m sure you know if you’ve been around here much. I don’t have that many that I follow regularly, and I’ve slowed down my reading times, but I still use them as a real escape/pleasure several times a week.
One of my favorites is P-dub aka The Pioneer Woman, and I recently referred my house-mate “A” to one of her recipes that I thought she’d love, thus introducing her to the site. At dinner the next night, we had mutual friends over and were all sitting around the table chatting. A had made a dessert she found on p-Dub’s Tasty Kitchen, and the subject of mom-blogs came up as we were devouring it’s pear and ginger crispiness. Being my philosophical self, I tried to analyze why P-Dub and dooce, the two most-read blogs I was aware of, were so popular. Things like transparency, honesty, great photography, and belches-and-all reality were tossed around for a minute or two.
Great post by JCK over here at Motherscribe … very closet to my own heart. It’s called “Motherhood and Identity…is it a crisis?”, and to give you a taste ...
There is a definitive link between being a mother and the risk of losing one’s self. I’d like to flip that around. Being a mother and the risk of finding oneself.
What a great line: the risk of finding oneself. It’s a hopeful thought, and a very real risk. I’ve been going through a bit of an identity furnace the last few days, thanks to some heavy conversations. Mothering has intensified some of my strongest traits (control freak), and blown some others out of the water (patience, anyone?). It’s made me confront some of my demons, and I’m not so comfortable with that. I’m glad though, and I’m going to chew on this one a bit more.