THIS Is Why I Blog

I get asked all the time why it is that I blog. Depending on the day, that answer can change. Sometimes I blog because Audrey is driving me nuts and I want to make sure I’m not actually, well, NUTS. Sometimes I blog because I don’t want to forget something and I’m too lazy to make a baby book. Sometimes it’s to teach or share ideas. Sometimes I blog because the words come out of my fingers better than they do my mouth.

Writing about my miscarriage was the one time I wrote only for me.

When I was going through all of that awfulness, I didn’t really speak with anyone about it. If I tried it would cue waterworks and there’s nothing worse than that girl who is crying…again. I left the job of spreading the news to my husband who never judged, always hugged and bought more wine.

As I was writing it that day I worried. Is it too much? Too personal? Is it too soon? There’s always that one a-hole who likes to be an a-hole and I don’t have the energy to let it roll off my back like I usually do.

But I am so glad I did now. I didn’t realize at the time how much the comments on that post would help in my healing. I remember the first one coming through within minutes of hitting publish. It was from my friend Laurel who has her own story that is not mine to tell here, but hearing encouraging words from someone who deserves nothing but encouragement herself brought me to the ugly cry. And then came the next and the next and the next….I was flooded with love and support in a way I was not expecting.

A few weeks ago I was beyond honored when I was contacted by THE Heidi Murkoff (and one of the nicest people I know) asking if could republish my post.  Then came more encouraging comments and tweets.

And from Twitter came my new friend Tina who asked if I would mind a mention on her own blog. What she wrote I did not expect and was truly touched by.

THIS is the power of the internet and the power of what we do. Sitting here on my couch, in my living room, watching Audrey wreak havoc on my coffee table, my words can speak to a hurting heart in a person on the other side of the country.

And yours can speak to mine. Thank you.