I’m thrilled to start my “Show Me Your Writer Roots” series up again with the amazing Angela Youngblood, whom I met in real life at BlissDom in Dallas earlier this year. We shared some delicious skinny margaritas over dinner the first night at the Opryland, and often found ourselves in the same sessions and sitting together at meals. I’m glad I got to meet her in person, and I’ve no doubt you’ll relate to her feelings about writing and blogging.
Angela Youngblood is a mother of four (three boys and a girl). She writes a blog called Jumping With My Fingers Crossed. On her blog she keeps it real with honesty and humor. Every Tuesday, she proves she is NOT a Pinterest Poser by attempting crafts, projects and recipes. Angela also manages a vlog where she tells stories and gives parenting advice (mostly what not to do). Read her blog, subscribe to her YouTube channel, follow her on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram. Wanna know more about Angela? Click here to read about her!
Funny. Not funny. Rude. Offensive. Harmless. These are words I’ve read about some blogging styles lately. There’s a debate/discussion among some mom bloggers about how people are crossing lines–laughing at their kids not with them, complaining not venting.
A few bloggers seem frustrated with social media in general–some are jaded, others are tired, and the rest are annoyed.
It’s almost the two-year anniversary of my blog. I’ve learned a lot about blogging, writing, parenting and even crafting. I’ve learned about lines I won’t cross and lines I accidentally cross and then feel guilty about, and lines that I’m totally okay with plowing right through.
I fall somewhere in the middle of the whole “hey, stop making motherhood sound so horrible and making fun of your kids,” debate/discussion. The posts that readers respond to the most are the ones where I’m real. Obviously I’m real in all my posts, but I’m not talking about the ones where I make a craft or tell readers about a new product. Hopefully those are entertaining and interesting. But the posts I’m referring to are the ones where I admit how hard motherhood is for me. Not all of motherhood, but parts of it. The posts where I share my struggle with my mother who has battled mental illness and addiction for the past 30 years. The posts where I talk about how grateful I am for a supportive husband. The posts where I talk about how much I love my four children with all my heart and soul.
In the last two years, I’ve learned that readers respond to bloggers who open their hearts and write with truth. The truth can be funny, sad, sweet, hard, happy….but if it is real it works.
What might be bugging bloggers is the lack of sincerity out there, i.e. those writers making fun of or complaining about their kids simply to get more likes or be featured on a large web site. I get equally bugged by the disingenuine writer who makes the world this glossy, nothing but gratitude image of motherhood.
But here’s the thing, we’re all different. Motherhood is a diverse, wonderful, heart-breaking, exhausting, overpowering, overwhelming, joyful, soulful (did I say exhausting?), wonderful, maddening, empowering, enlightening, amazing experience. It’s this place where most of us are doing our best. Some of us need to read snarky posts that make us laugh. Some of us need to read the gratitude-filled posts that make us remember childhood is fleeting and full of so many good moments.