I wrote this.
It was easy. What wasn’t easy was being brave enough to send it to Scary Mommy.
It was easy to imagine their editor reading and hitting the delete button. What wasn’t easy was imagining them publishing it.
They did publish it and I’m still here. It seemed to have garnered a decent amount of interaction, which for me is awesome and terrifying. It’s a good feeling to see something you make shared with a gazillion people. It’s a gross feeling when you look at some of the comments going off the rails about what the focus of the article was….having 3 (or more kids) is a circus, I happen to have boys, so I write about life with boys. You may think there are stereotypes of “boy stuff” versus “girl stuff”, but unless you know me or my boys, you don’t really know, do you?
If you laughed and thought to yourself, “Damn, I would never want to be in her shoes,” or “I know exactly how she feels, I have 4 girls!”, then I am pleased.
If you felt offended by the thought of my being disappointed when I found out I was having a boy, when I really wanted a girl, whatevs. This is my story. I get to say and feel what I want in my story.
Write your own story, if you think yours is better.
My story isn’t for everyone. My opinions aren’t for everyone.
But what is great about the internet is you can just keep on scrolling. If you come across a story that you don’t agree with, no worries, keep searching for what works for you. There is no need to be a dick in the comments.
Not everything in the world is going to speak to you, and if my story does, than I’m glad I was brave.