On 1st August 2011, I left my three kids downstairs and sneaked off to read my friend’s blog. Having read it, I noticed there was a link to click to create my own blog. So I clicked it. And there it was! My very own blog!
Now what to call it? Well, I’m a mum of three and it’s about my world. I know, I’ll call it MumofThree World!
And, five years later, it’s still here. My smallish primary school children are now biggish and big. My tiny 5 year old just-left-reception girl is 10 and about to enter year 6. My 10 year old boy is now 15 and towers above me. My cute 7 year old boy is about to become a teenager.
Life has changed in five years. But I’m still a mum of three and they’re still my world.
Since 1st August 2011, I’ve written about our world almost daily. Sometimes I wonder how I keep thinking about things to write about, but I always do. Because with three growing kids and their schools and hobbies, there’s always something to write about. And sometimes I write about myself too – my running and my bad skin and sometimes my work. It’s all a part of my world. As are the books I read and review, which hardly anyone reads. But I still review them because I like writing about books.
A lot has changed in blogging since I started out too. There weren’t so many bloggers five years ago. I think people were quite proud to be parent bloggers. But now that’s not enough, everyone wants to be a lifestyle blogger. Everyone needs a niche – photography, travel, craft, recipes, being thrifty…
Not me. I just write about life in all its glory. The good and the bad.
There was a period where my blog was quite popular. I made it to the finals of the MAD Blog Awards in 2013 and 2014. Hearing I’d made it to the finals for the first time was definitely my proudest blogging moment. Until then, I didn’t really think people read my blog.
But by 2015 I was old hat. I didn’t write about lifestyle or travel or craft. I didn’t blog recipes, advice on being thrifty or share beautiful photos.
I was just me. Writing about life in all its glory. The good and the bad.
Less people read my blog now. Sometimes it makes me slightly sad. But I’m not writing it to be popular. I’m writing it as a record. The small stuff of family life. In a few months, I’ll forget how I cried because my son managed to do his drama performance the day after he broke his toe. I’ll forget that my daughter won the school matchbox challenge and challenged the head teacher to a times tables competition in assembly. Well, I would forget these things, if I hadn’t written them in my blog.
The small stuff of family life is perhaps too small, too personal, for many people to be interested in. It’s not going to win my prizes, not going to turn me into a ‘big blogger’, but that’s not why I blog. I blog because I have an overwhelming urge to write and remember. To treasure these little moments, no matter how small. Because they mean something to me. And, in years to come, the kids can read my blog and know how much it all meant to me, and they meant to me. Even if I was being a bit grumpy and they were doing my head in.
So I’m not having a big celebration or doing a big giveaway. That’s really not my style. But I’m proud to have made it to five years of blogging. So many bloggers have fallen by the wayside in that time – some after only a few weeks or months, some after a couple of years. Some of my oldest blogging friends have recently given up blogging or taken a step back for very good reasons. I feel lucky that I’m still going, still enjoying blogging. Even if I’ll never be cool.
Happy blogoversary to me!