So, yeah, nothing deep. No manifesto, no Pulitzer stuff here. But I have to mark the occasion in some way, right?
I started this blog 3 1/2 years ago. I was still in my twenties. I had two kids. I have a rocky-ish marriage. I had a job, and I lived in America. Since that day, I have survived another pregnancy (barely) and have kept a new child alive (also barely) through infancy, through toddler-hood, and well into sassy pants years. I have moved in and out of countries 3 times. I have watched my marriage completely fall apart from under me. I have been a totally single mother. I have seen friends fight to bring a child home from overseas. I have lost a few friends, human and canine alike, I have fallen head over heels in love with a girl and her family, and I have rebuilt that totalled marriage, and I have done all of that right here.
This was the best thing I have ever done for myself, starting this blog. I've tried to quit it a few times, but I just can't. I think we're attached to each other now, after having shared so many major life thingamajigs. I have revealed WAY too much in these pages. I imagine I have pissed off my share of people on occasion, (and yeah, totally sorry) and I have made some friends that I think will be around for the rest of my life, blog or not.
I love keeping this website. I love that I can be something I am not at all in real life. In real life, you see, I have MANNERS. I am shy. Like, really badly shy. I am not Captain Mom, or Captain Wife, I am not too terribly funny, and I am certainly not hot. But you don't know any of that, do you? Except fuck, now you do.
Anyway, here's to 1,000 posts. And here's to 1,000 more. I really hope at least 3 of you are willing to stay around for that. I hope the next 1,000 doesn't take me so damn long to kick out, but I imagine it will, because these things tend to go in cycles and I am well past time to burn out.
I thought that in closing I would leave you with my favorite posts I've read over the past 3 1/2 years. I've spent a while now just thinking. I tried really hard to remember something someone had written, and remember how it moved me, either to laugh or to cry or to hurl. There were a few that really stood out in my mind, but almost none of them as much as Anne's Baby Jesus Posts, and certainly none more than my BFF, I dare say my soulmate Molly's post on parenting her son and her post on giving him medications, and I add this one with the disclaimer that she has fought an amazing, hard, massive uphill battle to get The Kid's diagnosis of BiPolar overturned, and that it the smartest, bravest thing I think she and The Kid have EVER done, and I strongly caution anyone with a child who is leaning in that direction to read Molly's entire blog start to finish, but it doesn't change the fact that this post made my cry for, oh, days. Really, just go read them now.
So, thank you to all of you, every one of you that has shared this crazy thing called parenting with me. Thanks to the ones who have no real reason to read it, and you know who you are, but you do anyway. Thanks to the moms who have traveled this road with me. Thanks to the readers who have turned into real life friends. Thanks to the real life friends and family who have never given me shit in person for writing such trite things on the internet, to the amazing men and women I have met, thanks for your stories and your comments and your bits of you that you share. Thanks to all of you for holding me up when I'm down, for being a part of my life, for sticking with me through thick and thin. Because it means more than you'll ever know.
(PS: 1000 seems like a good time to update the old blogroll. If you click that Rolling With My Homies page up there, and don't see your link, leave a comment and I'll fix that this week)