It might be the whiskey talking, but…
It may be the Jack and Ginger Ale that I’m currently sipping on while floating 35,000 feet above the US, but I’m in a sappy mood so bear with me a moment.
I am so thankful for you.
Without readers, my blog would merely consist of me rattling off ridiculous kid and life stories to no one in particular. I’d still do it, of course, because I like keeping track of the hilarious things my kids do, but I wouldn’t be as motivated as I am to keep up with it.
Because I am always on the lookout for blog fodder to entertain you with, it has allowed me to appreciate even the most fleeting of moments in my kids’ lives. You are helping me to be a more attentive, appreciative mother and I can’t tell you how much your loyalty, your comments, and your support mean to me.
It goes so much bigger than that, though. I wouldn’t be taking this trip if it weren’t for you. I wouldn’t be gaining the fans that I am if it weren’t for all the times that you click that little “share” button to post to your Facebook page or Twitter account. I could post a hundred blogs a day and it wouldn’t do me a lick of good if you weren’t there to laugh with me.
It’s funny; my purpose for this blog has always been to show others that they aren’t alone on this wild ride of parenthood. Yet, what I have experienced is quite the opposite. You have shown me that I’m not alone. I’m not alone in my trials, my joys, and my totally random thoughts.
I am not alone.
I have a voice. I have a unique way of writing and can make you giggle with the perfectly placed line about kicking someone in the ovaries, but without you and your feedback, I wouldn’t have found that voice. Don’t believe me? Look again at my first blog post.
Collectively, you cheer me on, you believe in me, and you want to see me succeed. Many of you have told me this directly, others have shown me through your excitement when I move up, inch by inch, in the vast blogging world. I’ve never met the vast majority of you, but I think of you every single time I write a post.
I want to make you laugh.
I want to make you shed a tear (but only occasionally).
And I always want to share my heart with you in case you feel like no one understands or cares what it’s like to raise children, to maintain a marriage, and to not lose some sense of self along the way.
So, readers, friends, family (hi Mom!): Thank you.
People keep telling me that they are certain I’m will be famous someday. If I do reach stardom, I will credit you as a significant catalyst to my success.
Yes, really. You.
Thank you for engaging in conversations with me. Thanks for giving me motivation. Thanks for making me feel like I have an entire army of people who want nothing but the best for me, even though you’ve never met me in person.