Nothing to See Here…

I am a mommy and I am a blogger.

I suppose that may be all it takes to be classified as a mommy blogger. 

Being a mom is a very important part of who I am.  I write about all sorts of stuff in my life, so of course I write about my kids.  But that’s only part of what I write.  I just scrolled back through my most recent posts and I had to go all the way back to July 15th to find something that involved me bitching writing about my kids.

Is there a ratio of kid posts to total posts one must achieve to be a mommy blogger?  Is there a ratio one must achieve to not be labeled as such?  Is it because I have their pictures on my masthead?  Is it because I have a category about parenting?  Does anyone with a child who mentions said child get classified as such?

I know many blogs are about specific topics and I can see, then, labeling them as what they aim to be.  But so many of us are merely blogging about our lives and part of our lives include our kids.  And because of that, we seem to get marginalized as mommy bloggers.

I’m not ashamed of being a mother, not by a long shot.  If someone asked “Who are you?” I would likely first use the nouns wife and mother and daughter and sister and friend.  I just don’t want to be boxed in by the mommy blogger definition.  I don’t want it to limit my writing or my readership. 

Am I a mommy blogger?  Yes.  But I am also a marriage blogger and a work place blogger.  I blog about health and wealth and what I want to be when I grow up.  I blog about my struggle with weight, and yet I am not a weight loss blogger.  I write about people I encounter in this life, the ones who interest me.  I write my thoughts about friendship and relationships and employment and housework and whatever. I write, usually, with an intent to entertain (myself, if no one else) and sometimes - like now - to purge my thoughts onto the world.

Hi, my name is JustLinda and I am a blogger and a mommy.  And a wife.  And a friend.  And a sister.  And a daughter.  And a boss.  And an employee.  And a bad housekeeper.  And a writer.  And a poet.  And a fat chick.  And and and….

Well, if you want to put me into a bucket, it had better be a pretty big one and it had better cover the magnitude of who I am, and that goes well beyond mommy.

Who is with me?