I suppose that is the beauty of basing your blog about all things baby – there is a veritable wealth of material to be explored, and the chameleon nature of childhood equates to an endless supply of anecdotes and adventures to be recorded along the way.
Yes, it does translate to your life becoming somewhat of an “open book” (although I admit I do not have the courage to be as brazenly bold as some bloggers) it remains to be seen what the inspiration behind all of this, the beautiful Harrison Adam Webeck, thinks of all these recollections floating about in cyber space. One can only hope he thanks me for the heartfelt entries such as http://donnawebeck.com/?p=337 and opts to forgive me for some others http://donnawebeck.com/?p=370 .
While I am the first to admit I have been approaching this heartfelt hobby of mine rather blindly, I am now attempting to exert more effort into making it something truly memorable and unique. That’s why my ravings, once so centred on my son, have branched out to also encompass the many and varied musings that motherhood entails. And while many unfairly treat we “mum bloggers” with as much disdain as you’d find in your local RTA in your lunch hour (cue rolling eyes and smirks of despair) to come across an outlet you can clasp tight to and make it all your own, is a lifejacket in a sea of parenting uncertainty.
In a quest to educate myself further in this ever-changing field, I stumbled upon the most amazing community of likeminded souls and it has truly inspired me and given me new direction. Thanks Aussie Mummy Bloggers http://aussiemummybloggers.com/ for reigniting the flame within, and opening me up to a network of entertainment and support I cant believe I never knew existed.
I’ve also encountered some bizarre words and concepts suddenly spring up in my vernacular (SEO anyone?); encountered the internet best bud for bloggers (or so I am told) including the http://www.stumbleupon.com/ and http://www.nuffnang.com.au/ phenomenon’s. Although I’m the first to admit I’ve become rather technologically challenged when it comes to knowing how to best use these blogging tools (ideas anyone??) and am acutely aware I still have a long way to go til I am up to scratch with many of the talented blogs I’ve since unearthed on my yellow brick road of self discovery.
I must give a special shout out to the one blog I adore the most – do yourselves a favour and check out the utterly hi-lar-i-ous Woogs World http://www.woogsworld.com/ – you will be cackling into your morning coffee (if not spitting it out during fits of hysterical laughter).
So a special thanks to my super supportive Husband who encouraged me to have a crack at the Cyber Space creative realm. He knew there were too many words crammed inside my head that were longing to be unleashed; that there was a desire, so profound, to contribute to this world and a craving to explore my ultimate passion, writing. It may not be something that pays the bills, but oh what sanity it brings me. To feel so alive, when I am immersed in shaping words into sentences has returned to me a joy I had once feared lost forever.
Finally, to those who take the time to read these ramblings, I bow before you in sincere gratitude. And to those who leave me Comments; they are but little wrapped Christmas gifts, coveted and captivating, and eagerly unfurled with love.
I now beg that you permit me leave from my Nappy Daze blog as I tackle another little interim project – http://www.winfreywatch.blogspot.com/ (which is still under construction – forgive this apparent laziness, but there are only so few hrs in a day I am allowed to deprive my family of me). You are all aware of my quest to be in the presence of the divine Ms Oprah so I’ll be siphoning some of my elusive spare time into a (hopefully) entertaining and insightful weekly blog that summaries what beloved “A-ha” moments I’ve from the week of Winfrey viewing (otherwise known as any excuse to watch her show and call it “research”).
Rest assured I’ll pop back in every now and then to the NappyDaze realm – it is like my other child, after all. Til then, dear readers I declare, hand on my heart, these 100 posts have been one hell of an unexpectedly enjoyable journey for me. The Thelma to my Louise, you might say – minus the young, virile Brad Pitt!