We are 3 years old today at Actually Mummy. What does a blog do on its birthday? Does it throw a party for all the words typed, a kind of free-for-all carousing of all that has gone before? Does it invite all its readers to offer words of celebration, or bring gifts of new stories it can use going forward? Maybe it shares its sweets with other blogs it engages with, or offers visitors a cup of tea and some flowers from its garden?
Three years ago today I typed my first post. You can read it here, and pick up some tips about dealing with children’s nightmares along the way. It is still one of my all-time favourite posts, so it seems appropriate to give it another outing today. It also feels timely to share the news that Actually Mummy has just been named a Cision top ten Mummy Blog for 2014.
Three years of chasing the online cursor sees me reflecting today on what has changed. The answer is, not that much. I’m still here, in the same corner of my kitchen, fitting it all in around the laundry, the stubbed toes, and the macaroni cheese of family life. I still talk to the same mummy bloggers I found in those early days, with a soft spot for Grenglish, Emmy’s Mummy, Here Come the Girls, and Mammasaurus, on whose virtual sofas I learned to tweet.
And yet the answer is oh so much! We have so many opportunities as a result of this blog, from theatre invites, to incredible days out and family holidays. It was always the intention that writing regularly would draw me towards a new career, and an income, and I’m so pleased to say that it has. But this is not even the best of it. Do you know how many genuine friends we have as a result of this blog? No, neither do I, because it’s hard to count them. We are blessed.
And so I thank you Cision, for making me a top ten mummy blog. Come to my party, where we will eat Grenglish’s sausages, drink frozen wine, and make wisecracks in 140 characters. We will celebrate the friends who have made this all possible, by sharing the pages of our blog with us. Thank you.
Oh, by the way, here’s a flower for you, and do take some Haribo on the way out.