It’s Monday, October 4th and today I begin the celebration of one year of blogging for Bees With Honey!
Can you believe it?
A year ago today, I began writing for Bees With Honey and I’m still going strong.
I have met so many wonderful women in the blog and Twitter universe. I have learned so much from reading hundreds upon hundreds of blogs and by simply getting to know people via Twitter. Thank you #wineparty!
Along the way, I have made some very special friendships. Ladies who have made a great impression on my life in ways I almost cannot express in words.
In celebration of my blogiversary month, I have asked a mentor of mine to guest post for me today. Not only is she a phenomenal writer, she is also a kind and supportive friend. I have been reading her blog as long as I have been writing for mine. I call her my mentor because in the last year, she has become one of the most supportive and trustworthy friends of my virtual world. She took me under her wing almost instantly, showed me the ropes of Twitter and introduced me to so many fabulous people that I now call my friends as well.
Today, I honour my mentor, my friend and a wonderful writer you will all want to get to know. She’s funny, honest, passionate and very in-tune with the world around her.
Her name is Debi and she writes for her blog, The Truth About Motherhood.
Bringing Back Your Feisty Broad
I am a Mommy, first and foremost. It’s a fact of my life. I love it. I chose it. This is not something that I got trapped into, this was something that I intentionally chose, in fact, and it was one of my loftiest aspirations. I used to be a daughter and sister, then a wife, then a Mommy. Somewhere in there, for a brief fleeting moment, I got to be “Debi”.
I remember that girl and I liked her. She was a lot like whom I am now but had absolutely no real ramifications for her behavior. It was awesome. It was pre filter on the mouth and brain for child security reasons; yet, post the imposed filter of my personal freedoms by my Father. It was wonderful; it was euphoric. I was selfish, care free, and completely oblivious to the wants and needs of others. I always did exactly what “I” wanted to do, with no care or concern for anyone else. I know it sounds terribly vain and narcissistic, perhaps it was, but it was fabulous for that time in my life (all 15 minutes of it).
These days, I answer to “Mommy”, “Honey”, “Mama”, “Hey, You”, “Mother”, “Mrs. …” but no one ever calls me “Debi” anymore. I feel as if I have disappeared completely figuratively and literally. But for someone who is invisible, I certainly do stay busy. How can this be? It is mind boggling to me but I am fairly certain that I am not alone in this situation.
I go through life, these days, busier than I’ve ever been yet feeling like I never accomplish anything in my days. Every night, I am thoroughly exhausted but usually I can’t sleep. Every morning, I am still tired because I was up the previous night until 2 am thinking of all the “Stuff” I have to do the next day. No fair, right?
I made a conscious decision that 2011 was going to be the year of “Debi”. Once again, I made a resolution to make myself a priority in my own life. I have my mind made up; I plan to revive that feisty broad. I’m determined; I’m making a comeback in my own life. That’s my plan! Then, real life and minutia get in my way.
I am a work in progress, but that is ok. As long as I am on my own to do list, there is hope for “Debi” My point being, with a little real concerted effort, I am going to bring back the feisty broad through little actions in my daily life.
Most importantly, I’m introducing that intelligent, beautiful, healthy, cultured, well-read, strong woman to my girls. I am not only regaining my independence but my very existence. I am showing my girls, by living example, that they are important and vital to their own life story. That no matter who they are, what they think, what they look like, what they choose to be or do in their lives, they must be present and they must be content with the versions of themselves who are present because they are imperative to their own happiness and nothing is more important than feeling like you matter and being fulfilled with who you are in your own life. Who I am is a direct reflection on who my daughters will someday become. They can have the world, they deserve it all and so does Mommy. The paddles are out, Clear…