Project Writer vs. Mama
June 28, 2015
June 28, 2015
I’ve sat and stared at a blank word document for about 10 minutes. Wondering what to write for a blog. Thinking, “what did I used to write about?” and pulling up archives. Life, travel, books and fiction are among the majority of posts. And it’s hard for me to conjure up a new post. Because life these days revolves around a newborn.
Breastfeeding, changing diapers and chasing sleep make up the majority of physical activity. Real riveting stuff. So what do I write about? That’s the question lingering in my mind, so I suppose there’s no better place to spill guts than this blog.
A conundrum that’s bothered me throughout pregnancy and for the last couple of months. Writer vs. Mommy. For so long that’s been my identity – a writer – and now I’m a mama and I’m just not sure if the twain should meet. How to keep the writer side separate from the mama side. Or better yet, how to keep the writer side alive. Because I know once a woman has had a child, to many people her own self ceases to exist and she’s just a “mother.” Believe me, I’ve had this experience already while pregnant, so I can claim it to be true. And while yes, I am a mother and it is part of me, it’s not all of me. I look at it as a challenge to not be put in that box. How I can incorporate my new experiences into my fiction and into my blog. How I can still make time to write and be a writer while being a mother. A shit ton of people do it, I’m not reinventing the wheel or anything, but as a newbie it’s daunting to think about. Stealing moments when you can, logging notes away for later, and biding time for that perfect sit-down-at-the-computer-moment. It’s a new groove to find, but find it I will.
Obviously this space won’t become a mommy-blog with Pinterest bullshit factoids (Make a fur swaddle out of a skunk, mommies!) nor will every post be about my daughter. But I’m sure baby smatterings will find their way into my writing here and there.
Like – did you know the thing that has most made me feel like a mom is picking boogers out of my newborn’s nose?
Like – did you know watching a 90 minute movie takes six hours when you have a newborn?
Like – did you know I sure am glad this baby is out of me because my wine hand has been empty for far too long?
Stuff like that.
A good groove, don’tcha think?