At this time last night, I was stunned and amazed over the fact that 800 people, most of whom I don’t even know, had all visited my little baby of a blog. And now. What. From what I can tell, the post went viral on Facebook, and then a couple blogs picked it up and published it too.
I’m embarrassed to say that 3 months ago, I didn’t even know what html was. My husband had to put this entire site together for me, all because we were on our 7th Anniversary date and he asked what goals I had for this next year.
“I want to start a blog,” I said. “Not just an online journal full of baby pictures. I want a REAL blog, you know?”
“You mean, like with your own domain name?”
“What’s that?”
And now, here we are. Thousands and thousands have been here today. It’s still just little old me, writing on my ancient Macbook that has seen better days. Sometimes, our internet is so slow that it takes me 2 minutes to load a page– that’s like 50 years in internet time. It feels like these things should be more advanced, somehow, to match with the thousands of people dropping by.
I got my first mean comment today, by the way. Some guy telling me what a blondie bimbo I was for traipsing around Italy like I did.
I laughed and thought, “Is my skin is thick enough for this? Let me check. Yup! Good to go!” (Also, it’s no secret that the person I was 9 years ago is nowhere close to the person I am now. That 18 year old who went to Europe? She’s not really me anymore. So he can go ahead and criticize her all he wants– heck, I probably would too!).
Everyone’s comments have meant the world to me. You guys have no idea. Foster care can be one of the loneliest and scariest roller coaster rides (been there, won that t-shirt), but it doesn’t have to be. Tonight, for instance, was the sort of crazy chaos that only 4 boys cooped up in a small house on a cold night can provide. AJ even coughed so hard that he threw up on me as I was going out the door to my last piano lesson.
And yet, I didn’t feel so alone. I didn’t feel so overwhelmed. I would check my phone and read yet another beautiful and inspiring comment or email to me. And my heart was full and blessed.
Tonight’s advent activity with the boys revolved around making 3 wreaths to give to my mom and other families. I tried explaining over and over why my mom would NOT stand for a red ribbon on hers, and one of the boys got scared and said, “But my sweater was red today! Does that mean she won’t like me?”
Haha, no, kid. My mom’s just picky about her magentas clashing with her reds!
And then I had to explain what magenta meant.
Sigh.
Someday, I’ll have a daughter! 😉 But for right now, I’m content with my 4 crazy boys.
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Rachel G says
That’s exciting, except for the mean comment bit, which simply seems to be a fact of blogging life. I got my first mean comment very early on, and I think I did cry about it…but now I think I would handle it much better! 🙂
themrscone says
I’ve heard that it is a fact of life, which is why I considered it a badge, of sorts. There are mean people on the internet! Seriously!