This past week the blogging community had an impromptu family dinner. As with many family dinners, a variety of opinions were shared, lines got drawn and there was at least one big fight. But like a many families, a glass of wine was consumed, emotions stabled and respect won. They still love each other, they still support each other, they are still a family.
As I watched this event evolve my respect for the community grew. It is amazing that technology has not only allowed complete strangers to meet and greet but it also allowed for knowledge to be shared in the quiet of your home with a cup of coffee. I learned a lot this week.
It all begin when Allison from O My Family discussed how to her the reality of Motherhood and the dream of Motherhood did not mesh. BA from The Heir to Blair responded with similar thoughts and wondered out loud if that was really reality or PPD talking. Both of these amazing and successful women bloggers sadly suffer from PPD. They have been advocates for awareness and the sole reason many women can look outside themselves and get help. I admire their openness.
A few other mom's out there decided to step on toes and have a talking to the non-sufferers, the OK women. Those of us that are fine. Yes, we are hormonal. Yes, we have low points. But guess what we bounce back. Emmie Bee from This is the First Day of My Life told the OK moms to "Man Up". Which was taken all kinds of ways... some got mad and some got it for what she meant. And a few us just got to thinking.
Katie from Baby Bumble B wrote a great response to the whole event. And as I read her thoughts, I wondered if she has been eavesdropping to my mind. I feel the same way. PPD/A is a thief. It steals joy and happiness and causes fear in women and it is just not fair. Motherhood is wonderful, tiring, amazing work. But so is everything worth anything in life... marriage, jobs, family. My heart goes out to these women and I am thankful that being able to sit at our blogger family dinner this week I was able to start to really understand.
And I got my butt kicked because guess what... I got it so much better and that I need to be thankful for. No more pity parties, LA. No more.