Last November I saw a post from a fellow Instagramer, Xza, requesting applications for a new mommy blog she was starting up. She had a few qualifications, such as someone who was a AP parent, preferred the natural style of parenting, & moms who liked baby gear. (There were others, but those are the ones that stuck out to me.) I emailed her my questionnaire & stood by the next couple of weeks, hoping that I was one of the few she choose. Writing has always been a big passion of mine & I love reading other mothers experiences with raising their own. I wanted in on this un-named project Xza had in mind. I wanted in bad.
I have always parented a little, different, per say, than my peers around me. I live in Louisiana & the area where I live isn’t very open to moms who birth their babies naturally & who wear their little ones. There is no birthing center here, & only recently did a group of midwives get together to open a practice in our area. I have been knocked on quite often, a few times by family members, by my choice in how I prefer to do things. I parent by instinct, not by a book, & I think a few people couldn’t understand that. My parents were hippies & I was raised with a natural way of living myself. I myself was cloth diapered, co-slept with my parents, was birthed naturally. I had a mother who, like myself, was unable to breastfeed. You can read more on my story on breastfeeding HERE.
Thanksgiving day of last year comes & I get a email while I am cooking Thanksgiving dinner. The subject was Blog Writers Announced. I opened the email with shaky hands, skimmed the list of writers she has chosen, & there was MY name. I was in. I was picked. I was elated. A couple of the other moms chosen I knew via Instagram. One I knew was going to be chosen (Alyssa, I am talking to you, sweetie). Immediately we started correspondence with each other. What would our blog be called? How do we post? What do we talk about? We started with two posts a month. I will be honest with you…writing for a blog & being a mom is not an easy task. We all have a monthly schedule that calendar our posts for us. We have gone from two posts a month to 9-10 each. It took some time (read: a lot of time) to get into my groove of writing & balancing a full-time job out of the home & family life.
Here we are, one year later. We all literally talk everyday. And I’m not talking talk here & there. I’m talking on average of about 200 texts a day. A DAY. There are mornings where it is not uncommon for me to wake up to three emails & 197 texts from a conversation that was going on in the middle of the night. We know everything about each other. The good, the bad, our secrets, our passions, the desires we have for our children, the struggles we go through, the hard days, our joys, new births in our families, marital issues, & dirty jokes. If one of us is quiet one day, we worry & text that person to make sure they are ok. I know that if there is ever a problem, I have five amazing women instantly in my corner.
Now here is the really cool part: I haven’t met them yet. There was the TMD Retreat in July in Michigan that I was unable to attend because of work. Which, by the way, was hard missing out on. The other writers have all met each other a few times. I am the only Southern in the group so I don’t have anyone near me to meet up with. This will all change at Mommy-Con in January. I will FINALLY be united with my best friends, who have been in my life for what feels like years & years. I will finally be able to look my blog-sisters in the eyes & tell each one “thank you”.
We are separated by miles & states & have all come together on common ground. We don’t all see eye to eye, but we respect each other. There have been some big bumps along the way this year, lots of trial & error. We have made it though, & I consider this blog a success. It’s not very often moms who have never met can come together & work alongside each other like this group has.
So to Xza, Jessica, Kelli, Risa, & Alyssa…I love you. You are all amazing. We made it an entire year without breaking apart. Thank you for holding my hand across the miles. I cannot wait to embrace you.
Are you interested in becoming part of our TMD sisterhood? We are now looking for a new writer to join our team! Want more information? Look HERE.