While searching on “the Google” (I think that’s what they call it), I found that almost every parenting blog was written by stay at home moms of multiple children. I was specifically looking for a blog by a snarky working woman with one child, discussing the joys and challenges of her life – and found nothing of the sort.
This is where I come in.
I’m 28 years old and just had my first child. I have to say “first child”, you see, since this simply cannot be my only child. What would people think? How could I just have one? I simply must have another, or my progeny is doomed to a life of loneliness and despair, wandering the earth in search of a sibling. Or so people make it seem.
Here’s a little bit about me: I am an only child. Not once have I ever felt that I was lacking. My childhood was THE happiest childhood possible, no joke. I cannot express how amazing Christmases were when everything was for me (well, not everything…but pretty much everything). My parents attended every single musicsportnetball recitaltournament that I ever was a part of (and OH MY was I involved in extracurriculars). I had everything I wanted or needed, while at the same time learning the value of hard work. (Thanks Mom and Dad!). It is possible to raise a well-adjusted only while spoiling the heck out of them, turns out.
Here’s my situation now: I have a pretty ridiculously amazing life. My husband is my best friend that I love so much it hurts. We decided to procreate, and about three months ago, we welcomed our little, sweet bit of awesome. We have a house full of cats (ok, three cats), two cars and a motorcycle, every gaming console ever made. We’re both employed at jobs we don’t hate. No drinking or financial problems. We have an Amazon Prime membership. Happiness is abundant.
I am sarcastic and loud and fun…and I have interests of my very own outside of raising my offspring. My goal is to raise my little girl while maintaining my own identity.
Well, shoot. That sentence makes me sound like I don’t care about my family enough. You and I both know that’s not true. Moving on.
So, back to why I’m starting a blog. Maybe it’s my only child-ness that makes me full of opinions, but I do love to express myself. And it seems that I’m headed down the path less traveled by choosing to have one child. So here I am, blogging into the everything/nothingness that is the interwebz. Perhaps someone will find my catharsis entertaining.