With Monkey being my second baby, he hasn’t really been to as many baby groups or classes as his older brother. But now that Bear has started preschool, I have a lot more time to spend with Monkey and so I have been searching for classes that would suit us. A friend of mine recommended a class that is focused on different countries and cultures around the world. As a travel family this sounded right up our street, so I looked them up on Facebook. It was then I came across a post about not liking ‘blogger mums’.
The post which started with ‘I really don’t like these blogger mums’, went on to slate women who write parenting blogs, share the activities they do with their children and then ‘whittle’ on about the bad days too. I then read through a few of the comments from people who attend this class, who added a rather colourful array of horrible comments. As a ‘blogger mum’, I started to get the impression this group wasn’t quite what I was looking for.
Here’s the thing, the reason I started this blog was because I live far away from my hometown and my friends and family, who miss a lot of what we get up to. So I set up this little part of the internet where I share all of the golden, sparkly parts of parenthood that I want to remember, want to treasure and want to share. It is where I can write about our crafts and sensory play, the books we read and the games we like playing together. I created a place where I can share our days out, our travels and our adventures, so that people could visit and read about it when they want, but didn’t have to if they didn’t want to.
I also created this space so that I could work through my emotions and difficult times. When I set up this little corner of the internet, I didn’t really know anyone where I lived and I didn’t have anyone to talk to about all of the difficult times. When I felt lost, lonely or like I was falling short as a mother, I didn’t have someone to have a cup of tea and talk it over with. So I decided to write it all down instead. I choose not to write about just the good bits, because that isn’t real, life isn’t flawless. Life has ups and downs, there are bumps along the road and it is perfectly imperfect. I choose to include all the the little bumps along the way, because that is reality. I don’t throw in some negatives to ‘appeal to the masses’ like one lovely commenter suggested. My little blog has grown since I first launched it because it is real and people can relate to that.
But the reasons as to why I blog aside, I wanted to write a little something about why I think I’ll skip that class (although it sounds like I’m not welcome anyway, so I’m not sure they will mind too much). I like to encourage my children to surround themselves with people who build them up, play a part in their happiness and don’t push others down while doing so. I like to show my children that regardless of people’s differences, we are all just people finding our way along our own tangled and winding paths and I like to teach my children that saying nasty things about other people, won’t make our own lives any better. But above all, I teach my children to be kind, considerate and accepting of others. It appears that this class in question isn’t the place to teach all of those things, which is a shame as I really liked the focus of the class itself.
One of those annoying ‘blogger mums’.
P.S. Slating potential customers on Facebook isn’t a great PR move.