Being a blogger is weird.
I mean not to me, but probably to you. To me it’s pretty normal.
Just a job that I happen to love.
But you try walking into a room full of people where more than 75% of them “don’t do the Twitter” and see how it goes when you tell them you’re a blogger.
“A buhlogger? What does a buhlogger do?”
It’s BLAHHH-GER, not buhlogger, and it’s just a funky way of saying I own a website (or 2) and people pay me to put stuff on it.
And yes, I make money from it.
Technically I could live off of it. If I wanted to live in a one bedroom shack with window air units and sketchy electrical wiring. And yes, it’s work. I’m not just sitting on my couch on Facebook all day (okay, I am on Facebook a lot of the day, but not just stalking old boyfriends and looking at videos). I have deadlines and assignments and teleconferences.
And questions. So many questions.
That’s why we bloggers have so many blogger friends. We get each other. When no one else does.
Sometimes it seems awkward, because we are often vying for the same sponsorships, and looking to be selected for the same campaigns, but even with that hint of competition, most of us don’t look at this business that way. Most of us work together, support each other, share our opportunities so we can all grow and prosper.
I don’t know if it’s because many of us unintentionally wound up with this on our tax returns each year (because we came into it for a number of non-business reasons: the desire to express ourselves, the joy of chronicling our lives, the opportunity to speak to another grown up and break up the monotony of continuous baby raising), or maybe it’s that our home basement offices and our lack of staff make us crave that camaraderie that most people get from their office coworkers.? Or maybe the social element of it brings us together, because after all, clearly we are a group who enjoys social interaction and continuous connection.
I don’t know what it is, and since I’m typing this reverie as it occurs in my brain at the ripe hour of 5am (awoken unceremoniously by the demon sex squirrels living in my attic), I’m not really lucid enough to hash it out, but I don’t need to. Because in the end, I don’t care.
It doesn’t matter to me how or why, all that matters at this point is the who.
The friendships I have made via this blog are the powerful kind. The kind that last and flourish, despite distance, despite difference, sometimes despite only ever seeing each other as avatars.
They are the kind that lead to ridiculously long text streams (Kristi, selfie me, immediately), and late night Facebook messages (Liza, you don’t even sleep do you?), hip hop lyrics battles (Nicole, where you at, girl!), and Google hangouts you think about combing your hair for and then instead decide to pretend your webcam is broken no one cares, because these are your people, and they probably have fuzzy hair right now too.
Again, I get it, it seems odd to outsiders.
People don’t understand us going to conferences where we dance together with balloon unicorns on our heads.
“Oh, you mean your little “computer friends” will be there?”
They don’t need your air quotes and they’re not little, they’re big. Bigger than this fake thing I have going on with you. Clearly.
And yes, they will be there so I can finally see how their voices work with their faces, and comment on how tall they are (Kathy, mind was blown), and curl my arms around their necks in ways I’ve never really wanted to before (thank you, Roo, your full body hugs are an awkward, but somehow pleasant feeling I never want to replace or replicate with others).
Which brings me to the homie Sharon.
I call Sharon my blog mom. Not because she’s actually old enough to be my mother, but because she makes me feel all cared for and safe. She’s literally the most organized, together, responsible-like-a-real-grown-up person that I know outside of my own real life mother.
I can cont on her to keep it real with me (she tells me when my ideas are dumb not well developed), I know my secrets are safe with her (even the trade kind that other people might steal adapt), and I feel a connection with her that I am so grateful to have in my life (we are both bases in cheer pyramids and everyone can’t say that).
Outside of BFF who is really my sister, she is my favorite, not-blood-related lady human on the planet. Because she just is.
Sharon has had some unhappy-ish stuff going on lately. It’s times like these helpless moments of long distance friendship where I can’t even hug her to show my support, that I want to kick my wall and hop around my kitchen in pain over the injustice of it and my personal stupidity for thinking wall kicking was a great idea.
Fortunately, instead of actually going though with the wall kicking bit, I received an email from Shari’s Berries inviting me and all of the members of Team Happy Mamas to send Mother’s Day treats to someone we care about.
I shot that joy right on over to Sharon because everyone knows chocolate solves all human problems means smiles.
The included card only said “Happy Mother’s Day”, but what it would’ve said if I’d written it myself is, “Thank you for being my blog mom, for your encouragement and your support, for your forthought and your well laid plans, for your care and your friendship. Also, can you like tell me how to transfer the hotel room or whatever for BlogHer? And maybe share a couple of your homework printables so I can finish the school year strong? And add me to your health insurance so I can be your 7th child? Love you! Thanks.”
Sponsor notes: Shari’s Berries helped me and the other Happy Mamas spread joy to some of the wonderful blogging mamas in our lives and we know they can help you make the mothers in your life feel special and hopped up on chocolate goodness too. Check out their wonderful assortment of delicious goodies and choose something for the special women in your life who help you find joy on your mothering journey. You can also check out the Shari’s Berries blog (it’s really good!) for fun and inspiring gifting ideas for every occasion, and follow them on Instagram (@SharisBerries) and Pinterest (@SharisBerries) to enjoy lots and lots of mouth watering photos! Also, if you want to see which mama bloggers the rest of the team chose to surprise, please follow #SBTreatMom on Twitter.
Disclosure: The joy in this post was provided by Shari’s Berries. That’s what I mean when I say sponsor, guys.