Some awesome Canadian mother of four (yippee, a club!), Chantal, gave me a "thinking blogger" award.
It kind of took me by surprise. I don't think i give people much to think about, or never really thought of it in that way, until recently. Since getting official "cred" as a crazy person by spending time on the psychiatric ward i have been getting quite a few personal emails from people asking me for advice. I never know what to say and often leave them sitting in my inbox causing me great anxiety every time i see them sitting there. It's not that i'm rude or ungrateful for the support and encouragement i receive here. Quite the opposite really - it overwhelms me. Lately i have had to just not sit down at the computer because what started out as an outlet for my restless fingers has slowly turned into a monster i'm not sure what to do with. Sometimes i want to give my blog a time-out for bad behaviour.
I just, simply, am not qualified to give advice. I have treated myself so poorly for so long and now look where i am. I am the last person in the world to offer advice, in the words of Bloc Party "i've never known what's good for me." I can't even accept the help that's offered to me. instead i continue to keep up with all my bad habits. I keep hoping for the best, sweeping it under the rug and perpetuate the "everything will work itself out" mindset that was so prevalent in families when i grew up.
At the same time i am fiercely protective of my children and work with them on a daily basis to learn better coping skills and social skills than i have. I want to teach them from my mistakes. I want them to have a good life, a magical life. Yet here i am spilling my guts to the world on a daily basis. My kids all know about this site, but i've asked them not to read it. As they get older this becomes more of a challenge. A blogging conundrum that i have read over and over. At the end of the day i truly believe that there is never anything wrong with the truth. Growing up surrounded by denial and lies would be far harder for them than having a mother who feels and thinks.
I would love to hand out some Thinking Blogger awards, but i always dread picking people out of the crowd. I was never a popular girl in school. It wounded me - being picked last for the teams in PE - damn you dodgeball. I read a lot of different blogs and rarely comment on any (sorry). They all make me think. There are two that i can say because they are in retirement:
dirty olive who i miss like peanut butter
and
crazy us.
Posted by Jess at 09:12 PM Permalink

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you totally deserve that thinking blogger award Jess.
and I too miss Crazy Us.
Posted by Irene | May 2, 2007 12:26 PM