There’s been a lot on the internet I’ve been fascinated to read lately. I always squirrel away something a little bit longer for when the kids are in bed and I can actually concentrate – and these have all struck me for some reason or another.
This one caught my attention because there is a lot of talk about pulling back from the internet to indulge in more real-life pursuits. That an online life pales in comaprison to a living, breathing, flesh-and-blood one. Well, like most things I believe in moderation and I for one am thrilled the internet exists and won’t be getting rid of it any time soon. I will WK for you, Internet! This story had me nodding my head as I felt very much the same way Paul does at the end of the tale – that the internet is part of his life. I learn so much from the internet, I am a voracious reader and I’m forever Googling or Wikipediaing or whatever about every topic that takes my fancy. I can see places I’ve only ever dreamed of. I can read books and magazines previously unattainable to me. I can keep in contact with friends and relatives I rarely see. Sure sometimes the internet sucks and it can be a massive time-waster, but I have never found it to be a negative in my life. I think maybe because I got my addiction over and done with in the late ’90s when I was so stoked I could find all these things I loved that I was on it 24 hours a day. I have now harnessed it to my advantage. Sure sometimes I spend an hour pinning crochet patterns instead of actually taking the time to crochet, but I’ve got a good balance overall. Internet FTW.
This was an interesting one from New York Magazine. I originally found it through this article on Babble that claimed the story was skewed and the people in it misquoted. I had to see for myself. As someone with a reasonably untraditionally-genderised family unit, I read with great interest. I do have a desire to bake cookies and stay at home, but there’s also a part of me that thoroughly enjoys my teaching job one day a week. My husband does more laundry than me and is so hands-on with the kids, Abby doesn’t even know I’m her mother. We both have careers that mean we spend great swathes of time with our children while still bringing home the facon. I don’t mow, but I’ll hammer anything you like. Matt doesn’t clean the bathroom, but he will change the linen on the girls’ beds. Sometimes we fall into traditional roles, sometimes we don’t. He would love to be a stay-at-home dad. I see no reason why he shouldn’t do that if he wants except I want to do it too! We are flexible and uncategorisable – just the way I like it. This article was great for a bit of self-reflection. How does it make you feel?
This one I found after my friend Rick tweeted about it. A Pulitzer Prize finalist – the tale of a baby born four months early, and the incredible journey her mother went on in the ensuing months. One of those reads you can’t put down until you get to the end and you know what happens… then you go hug your kids til they squeak. This one left me grateful.
Oh how I love this one. I loathe the one-upmanship in life (and inevitably, parenting), and how even if you’re struggling with something difficult, there will always be someone else rolling their eyes and saying “you think that’s hard? try…”. Just because someone else has newborn twins and hasn’t slept in weeks, that doesn’t mean your own struggles with one child not sleeping is not legitimate. Or similar. I have always said all pain is relative – it sucks balls being the person going through it, regardless if someone else out there’s struggles are harder and longer and more intense. Your hard is hard. Their hard is hard. Sure yes, look at them and be grateful and give yourself a kick up the bum that it’s not as difficult as it could be and suddenly things are put in perspective – but sometimes shit sucks and you struggle. That’s ok. You deserve validation for that. When someone complains, how’s about we stop, forget the story we were going to tell about our awful thing that was worse, and just listen to them? They’re allowed to be frustrated and upset too, even if it’s something we would’t be frustrated and upset by.
The end. What have you been reading? Link me!