As all 7 of my loyal readers know, I have long been laboring to produce the definitive work on the subject of defining self (that self being mine) in a seemingly selfless role such as motherhood. If I have already lost you please hit yourself in the shin with a sippy cup and focus. Except there are the profound life events that so frequently interrupt such noble pursuits like catching up on all the TV shows I have DVR'd. Then there is the chocolate covered cookies Modern Toddler mistook for crayons in her ongoing efforts to enhance the wall decor. Also I have some new sandals and tickets to see The Police in concert next month.
I have many delightful insights to impart, much soul searching has been done and I am surprisingly eager to share my findings. Shirley, you all must have sensed by now how deeply shy and sincere I am. It is in this spirit I set forth to dispel all previous naive and immature notions of Modern Motherhood, as told on this very blog. I am visibly older, infinitely wiser and if it were even possible, I have found tons of new humility. Modern Mommy has undergone a bit of a soul cleansing, but like with color safe bleach so all of my quirks and defects are still intact - yet gloriously shinny. As my sinuses welcome in this season of renewal, I too embark on a new metaphorical journey fraught with danger but buoyed up by courage and resolve.
Unplugged. Unmedicated. Unmarried.
