One long, awkward journey September 18, 2008
Posted by erinfrances in Being a mama, Pesky memories, Something to do.Tags: baby, blogging, motherhood
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Luckily for those who find this blog by searching “awkward and have no friends” (and I get those guys once or twice a week … welcome! And I say that with a stammer, with my arms crossed across my chest), it’s been almost three years’ worth of awkwardness now, since I started this blogging thing.
And here we are, at post No. 1,001.
It’s kind of ridiculous, really, how what started as a small little whisper and frankly a waste of e-space has turned into this escape where I detail my awkward, tentative, fumbling attempts at raising another human being. One I made. What?
I used to walk around our moldy apartment blaring music and reading books and doing God knows what else — I can’t remember, because I can’t imagine a time before I was drowning in dishes and laundry and baby fingernails and bagel crumbs and Dave’s clothes strewn everywhere BUT the laundry basket.
And tonight, in our house, three long years later, I walked into the living room … and there was this KID there. A whole kid. Mine. In my house. It didn’t change quickly. I was just too busy starting at my cuticles and praying no one was noticing my shoes didn’t match my outfit to notice three years had passed.
Sometimes, these things I detail every day on this blog still surprise me.
Just in case you didn’t know this, you have a cute kid.
And she has your eyes.
Really?? She’s cute, but I don’t think she looks a think like me.