DGAF Blogger

If you’re here for the competition, scroll right down to the bottom of the post. You’re welcome.

For the other readers, here’s my DGAF blogging post.

I recently did an interview about being a “mommy blogger”. I put that in inverted commas because, 1. I’ve never really thought of myself as a mommy blogger, this blog is my life catharsis – it just happens that being a mom is my biggest thing in life right now and so I write about that a bunch more than other topics. And 2. Am I still a blogger if I only ever write when I feel like it, and not just to pander to an audience or sponsors? Ha! I don’t have sponsors at the moment, so I guess that question is moot.

  1. I’ve never really thought of myself as a mommy blogger, this blog is my life catharsis – it just happens that being a mom is my biggest thing in life right now and so I write about that a bunch more than other topics. And 2. Am I still a blogger if I only ever write when I feel like it, and not just to pander to an audience or sponsors? Ha! I don’t have sponsors at the moment, so I guess that question is moot. And, 2. Am I still a blogger if I only ever write when I feel like it, and not just to pander to an audience or sponsors? Ha! I don’t have sponsors at the moment, so I guess that question is moot.
  2. Am I still a blogger if I only ever write when I feel like it, and not just to pander to an audience or sponsors? Ha! I don’t have sponsors at the moment, so I guess that question is moot.

During this interview, I realised that things have changed so much from when I first started blogging. To start, I no longer feel like I “owe” anyone my blog posts. What an arrogant thought process. I always find it so odd when bloggers apologise for not writing more regularly – do we really think people care that much? Like, I know nobody’s been sitting on my blog for the last few months hitting f5 every few minutes, furiously crunching on a can of Pringles out of sheer desperation for a new post. No reader is that interested, and no blogger is that interesting.

I also came to the conclusion that just because I write about something, I don’t *have* to write out every minute detail to be factually correct, less someone fact-checks me and finds out I only wrote half a story, or embellished too much, or (gasp!) made it all up. I write what I want to write now, and if I don’t write often or regularly enough – guess what, NOBODY DIES. NOTHING FALLS APART. THE INTERNET LIVES ON.

And so do I. I am no longer defined by blog comments, readership, stats or Facebook likes. I’m past that stage in my life now and get way more joy from sharing an intimate moment with my husband, or watching my son learn to jump into the air for real, instead of just bending his knees and shouting “DUMP! DUMP MAMA, DUMP!”, and I enjoy these moments without looking through the lense of a camera. Don’t misunderstand me, I do have and thousands of photos on my phone – but only 1% of them make it to social media. The rest are mine to treasure and go through late at night when Aiden is in his big boy bed wriggling around and is happy to stay there so long as I’m sitting in the lazy-boy chair just there, in the corner of his room where he can keep tabs on me. Oh hey, on that note, did I tell you we’ve moved Aiden into a big boy bed and out of his cot? What a rush. Nothing beats planning bedroom decor on Pinterest and then seeing it come to life. I may or may not have spent far too much money on Star Wars Lego in order to make scene-reenactments inside glass terrariums. 2007 Me is currently asking WHO EVEN ARE YOU?

To 2007 Me I say, dude. You never even knew you were missing this little dude who didn’t even exist back then. He’s incredible. At just 20 months, he’s obsessed with so many things and excited by everything and nothing all at the same time. One moment you’ll be staring at your phone and the next he randomly starts dancing to the background tune of the video you’re watching on Facebook. He’ll get up from whatever he’s doing and just start dancing or jumping and clapping hands. He’ll reach for your hand with his tiny fingers and pull you into the lounge where a little red car is waiting, so he can show you how fast it goes, squealing with delight the whole while. He’s incredible and normal and healthy and averagely built and so naughty – exactly what I always wanted in the child I never thought I’d be lucky enough to have. As a little bonus, he loves shoes, just like his mama. It’s like a little gift-wrapped ribbon on top, from God himself.

Red Toy Car from Shutterstock.

Every now and again Jon will get on his horse about me blogging and nag me about not writing. He knows it’s my catharsis and the thing that he doesn’t get is, when you’re happy you don’t need a catharsis. You’re content in just being. And that’s kind of where I’m at now. I haven’t given up, or stopped. I’m just being. And when the moment strikes, I’ll write. I’ll write my heart out and tell you all about what’s going on and why and when and how. But until then, just let me sit on the grass with my son who insists on wobbling the fat on my tummy and giggling. Allow me to lie in bed with him every morning while he drinks his milk bottle, watching cartoons and snuggling his little head into my armpit, just close enough for me to nuzzle my nose into his long, almost shoulder length, delicious smelling hair and neck. He won’t be this young forever, he won’t be my “little” Aideybum in 5 years from now. He won’t always think sitting on the couch with mom and blowing raspberries into my shoulder is hilarious. Besides, how could I not be obsessed and totally world-centered around a little guy who smiles like this:

Yes, those are baby Crocs. I don’t even care. He frikken LOVES them and kisses the little croc on his Crocs hello and goodbye. I’m not getting in the way of that.

Back to me being the DGAF Blogger. Soon enough, I’ll need to fill my hours again with something other than the human I made. Soon enough, I’ll feel the need to be more social, more adventurous in the adult world. Soon enough, I’ll blog about things that are important to everyone and not just me (or maybe not – this blog has always centered around one person: me). Until then, if me not blogging, or not seeing friends out at night time, or accepting invites to lunch for hours on end bothers anyone – sorrynotsorry. This is who I am now. I am ok with it.

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To celebrate my DGAF blogging mojo right now, I’m doing a random giveaway!

I fell in love with Endless Jewelry in January. I love the whimsical style. I love that you can personalise it according to the wearer and that it’s available in South Africa.

How to enter:

  1. Like my page on Facebook, as well as Endless Jewelry both on Facebook and Twitter.
  2. Check out their website and tell me which piece you’d most like to win.
  3. Winners will be selected randomly and contacted offline.
  4. Prize will be a selected piece of Endless Jewelry and will be couriered to you by Endless Jewelry.

 

 

4 comments

  1. Debbie says:

    Beautiful prize but do you know what, who cares! What you wrote about Aiden is what I call my son…intoxicating. Their love and hugs and crazy conversations and dance moves and kisses, it fills us up until we’re brimming with soppy-Ness and love. And whilst Aiden is at such a sweet age, belive it gets better. When they’re fully into sentence making and question asking, life gets more hilarious. It’s so nice to be able to be open about this crazy love for your kids without sounding like THAT mother (rolls eyes). You sound really happy and in and a good place. And I personally would pick that blog post over a competition any day of the week.

  2. Sascha says:

    Loved your blog. Seems like you are writing what is in my head 🙂 I love the Amethyst Endless Enamel Silver Bracelet. Love their stuff too.

  3. Susann says:

    I’m a new mom, and I don’t get the fuss about becoming a mommy blogger – I am so much more than that. I would love to win a black bracelet with the Million Spring Love Silver charm.

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