I speak for my kids. Someday, I hope, they will sit down and read about all of my adventures, and mishaps, in mommydom. They’ll have a first hand, well documented look at my experiences, thoughts & feelings I had while raising them.
If anything, I’ve provided a solid roadmap for their future therapist to follow, in order to correct the error of my ways.
I speak for Detroit (and Michigan). The perception that people have for Detroit, outside, and unfortunately sometimes inside, the state is very frustrating to me. Detroit, and Michigan in general, have some phenomenal things to offer and so, so much more to come.
Nothing excites me more than when I post a picture of something I’m doing in the city or the state and people comment with Is that really Michigan? or Is that really Detroit? Ok, well french fries with ranch and ketchup may excite me more. But that’s just because I gave up carbs. Before going carb free, the comments totally excited me the most.
I speak for all the moms who just want their sexy back. At least I hope to. I need to win this weight battle, for myself, more than any of you know. I want to use this as a space to share my good days, my bad days and my oh-my-god-I-need-a-cheeseburger-in-my-mouth-RIGHT-NOW days.
I speak for the peacocks. I don’t. We all know I’d never speak for them and their colorful, man-eating wings.
I speak for finding humor in parenting. I’d never classify myself as a humor blogger. But, I do try and laugh and poke fun at myself when I make mistakes in this parenting gig. It’s the toughest and most important job you’ll ever have. If you can’t laugh a little along the way, it’s going to be a very long road ahead.
I hope to start speaking for causes, and even maybe controversial topics, that are close to my heart. Not only hear on my blog, but on my other social media outlets as well.
I’ve shied away for too long from speaking my mind, in my small corner of the Internet, for fear that I may offend someone. But, since I have it (Thank you, Al Gore), I may just start to come out of my shell.
Yes, you’re still going to get the typical timeout tales, where I tell you about how I almost ruined my sons first day of preschool or how once I tried to run away, but turned back because it was all just so tiring.
We live in such an interesting time, where we all have the chance to use our voice to share our story.
Let yours be heard.