Within my first 15 minutes at a recent blogging conference, a man referred to a group of bloggers as “mommy bloggers.” Later, when I walked around to check out some brands, two more people referred to me as a mommy blogger. The next morning, someone else did as well.
Matt Logelin set them all straight when he said, “You’re not mommy bloggers. You’re women who blog.” (Even though I had wicked fat thumbs while tweeting that one. Whoa.) Throughout the rest of the conference, two more brands and three more speakers referred to me or a group of us as mommy bloggers in my ear shot.
Two years ago I still defended mommy blogging as a radical act. This year, as I’ve dipped my toe back into writing about adoption, I still believe the act of blogging about anything family, whether specifically personal or on a grander scheme, helps—and saves—us all.
Some just see personal stories. I see survivors of life living.
We’ve all lived through something. As no winners of the Pain Olympics actually exist, I don’t really care if you feel like someone else’s something isn’t “big” enough. We all live through and process pain in our own ways. And we live our lives in our own ways. And we share what parts of our story we can at any given moment in our own ways.
A lot of really hard things have been going on behind the scenes of my public life lately. Really, really hard things. Some are adoption related. Some are family unit related. Some are work related. Some are mental health related. All include aspects which make sharing about them in the public sphere, at least at this time, impossible.
But I show up here when I can, when I want, when I feel so inspired, and I share what I can. Because the connection of blogging still exists.
When people lose their jobs, or leave them, we care as a community. When marriages and relationships struggle and fail, we care as a community. When someone says, “Oh hey, I know I’m normally funny and happy, but I’m having a really hard time right now,” we care as a community.
The community of blogging is always what made blogging.
The “me too” factor. The connection found in the sharing of stories and experiences through word, image, and yes, even video now. We love and care for our community despite what click-bait titled articles say. We connect in all sorts of ways, not just through comment sections these days, but we surround each other with love and compassion and grace because it’s what makes the Internet’s heart beat.
Quality content creators will always exist on the Internet, whether through blogging or vlogging or the sharing of photos or whatever else awaits us in the future of the Internet. But beyond that, people seeking the connection and community now afforded us by the connectivity of our shared world will always exist on the Internet. Humans will always seek that connection, will always find a way to make it work.
Nothing is dead or dying. We’re still making connections and living despite it all.