I push open the door of my blog and look around. Wow! It’s dusty in here. And musty. It must be a very long time since I last visited. I turn the catch and slide the window across. Ah! Fresh air! That’s what this blog needs. Should I redecorate too? Or should I just get down to business and write a post?
But first... Where have I been? What’s been going on? Why is my poor blog feeling so neglected?
I’ve been busy working on a new blog. What’s that you say? I didn’t create another blog, did I? Well, yes I did. I can't deny it. But it’s been a long time since I last clicked on that 'New Blog' button. It's been months and months. I've been trying to be good.
I know what you're going to say next: How will I find time to write on yet another blog? Yes, I'm looking around. I can see all the dust. Yes, I haven't blogged here in a long time. I did admit that. The last thing I need is another blog? I know, I know. It does sound like I did something rather reckless once again, I agree. But I didn’t. This time things will be different. This time I have a lot of co-authors. Actually there’s five of them: my daughters. They’ll help me.
So how did this blog come into existence? The other week, I was walking home from the park with my four youngest daughters. (We'd been for a run.) Suddenly this brilliant idea came out of nowhere and struck me right between the eyes. “Why don’t we create a blog we can share?” I said. “We can all write posts. We could call it mother, daughters, sisters.” (Isn’t that a brilliant blog name?) My idea was greeted with enthusiasm.
But was the blog address http://motherdaughterssisters.blogspot.com.au/ available? It was. It took me only a second to create my 18th blog.
My 18th blog? You didn't realise I'd created quite so many blogs? I know, I know. I have a problem. I seem to be addicted. I just can't help myself. That 'New Blog' button looks so tempting. Never mind. As I said, this time everything will be okay. We’ve already written 8 posts between us.
Us? Who are the mother, daughters, sisters? There’s me. I’m the mother. Then there’s Felicity who lives way off on the other side of Australia from us. She’s my eldest daughter. She's all grown up and married. The other four daughters and sisters are Imogen, Charlotte, Sophie and Gemma-Rose.
So I created our new blog. Then we needed some posts of course. "You write the first one Mum!" ordered my daughters. So I dutifully wrote a post. Actually I wrote two introducing the blog. Then it was my turn to do the ordering: "Write a post introducing yourselves." And everyone did. All the authors have been introduced… except me. I looked at my daughters’ posts and decided I couldn’t match them. I need a good angle, a hook to make myself sound interesting. I’m still thinking about that.
Felicity wrote the first introduction. It was honest and beautiful and made me want to cry. She phoned me to discuss it. We got talking. We talked about her childhood and mental illness. Before I knew it, I was planning to write a series of blog posts called When a Child Has a Mental Illness. But not for our mother, daughters, sisters blog. No. I thought I'd post them on one of my other 18 blogs, Stories of an Unschooling Family.
I’ve actually written three posts so far. I have ideas for several more. So I've had a busy few days over at my unschooling blog. Lots of visitors keep arriving (at least a dozen or so) so I've had to keep the blog presentable. It's been dusted and aired quite a few times. Unlike this blog…
I look around again. Yes, this blog could definitely do with some redecoration. Colour palettes, blog headers… My head is spinning with ideas. Somehow I don’t think I’ll have time to write a post today. Pity. I really intended to write something, make my blog feel wanted.
Maybe next time…
Do you think this dog looks as sad as my poor neglected blog?