Surprise! Guest Blog Week Mystery Blogger.

Surprise!

In this crazy twitter-filled, Internet lovin’ world, you occassionally  almost daily stumble upon people who blow.your.mind. the instant you stalk meet them. And that, my friends, is how I stumbled upon Dear Crissy (@crissy). ::I’ll wait for a minute while you go check her out…and follow her on Twitter…::

Okay. You’re back? Cool.

Crissy just tweeted me one day – and I was all like, hmm..who is this crissy girl? Thus, leading me to check her profile and find her blog. And, what is the first thing I notice you ask? A Capturing Couture giveaway! ::DYING::

Not only have I  been eye-balling this company for months. and months. and MONTHS (hopefully someone over there is getting the hint and suggests a review.) over at Enjoying the Small Things, but I have also posted a link on my site for the last six months and dropped hints to anyone (and everyone) who would ever possibly buy me a gift. (all three of them.)

I knew it was love at first site.

So, I did was any god fearing, twitter addict, blog obsessed, woman would do. I tweeted her &  followed her. And then I signed up for the giveaway. duh.

And thus, the internet love affair began between myself and the beautiful and talented (check out those sick photo skillz) Crissy. So, without further ado – let me introduce you to my newest victim friend.

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On Love, Family, and Guest Rapping

Hearing “guest blogger” makes me think of “guest rapper”, two words that have made me the butt of jokes in my family for years. As the story goes, I was perched in front of the tube, watching the MTV Music Awards, circa 1996, when my parents arrived home from a dinner out. My father took one look at the spectacle on screen, and condescendingly asked, “Who is THAT?” I replied in my usual, matter-of-fact tone, that it was Snoop Doggy Dogg (which was his full, and correct moniker at the time!) My dad paused, looked at the TV again, and asked, “Well then, who are all those OTHER people?” I responded bluntly, “they are guest rappers”, which, was obviously the most absurd, ridiculous, hilariously-hilarious thing that either of my parents had ever heard. They still make random references to “guest rappers” from time to time, because they love getting a good laugh at my expense. We are a family of jokesters, and I guess that’s one of the things that makes us fun and unique.

On a more serous note, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about my connection to my family. We have a small, but close-knit circle. I have always loved and respected my mom and dad, but what I have come to learn recently, is that I really had no understanding of just how much my parents love me. I knew in my head, and in my heart, that they cared for me deeply, but it wasn’t until I gave birth to my son last August that I really comprehended the love that a parent possesses for a child.

When I had Evan, it was like my position in our family tree was activated. I was a branch, my kid was a blossom, and my parents, along with previous generations, made up the trunk and root system. I didn’t really feel the gravity of my role within the family before, but now I can sense my place in an unbreakable chain, and I am linked between my parents, and my baby boy.

During difficult times in my childhood, I can remember my mother sitting with me in my room; and at times, we wept in unison. It was obvious to me then that she empathized, but now I know that the worry and concern we feel for our kids is so immense that it can be all consuming. I mean, my son has a rash on his face this week, and I have been so plagued with anxiety that I have lost sleep over it. It’s just a RASH (with no fever), people! A rash. I am almost laughing at myself now, realizing how insignificant what is probably just a drool-rash is in the grand scheme of things.

I can’t imagine what kind of agony is in store for me when Evan experiences his first bump, bruise, or broken bone, and I cringe to think of the emotional aches and pains he will inevitably encounter someday. My heart hurts just thinking about it!

My mother once said to me, “you are only as happy as your unhappiest kid.” I’m sure she heard or read that somewhere, but wow, now I get it. I get that our children are truly extensions of us, and that our babies will be our babies, forever. Have I mentioned that I am also extraordinarily sentimental about EVERYTHING since having a baby? Yeah, it’s really obnoxious!

I want to thank Tiffany for inviting me to be a guest rapper, I mean blogger, here on Mom-Nom. I very recently met Tiffany on Twitter, after ending up on this blog, and finding it both super fun to look at, and read! I’m assuming the folks in her audience are equally cool, and I hope to make some new friends! Oh, and by the way, Evan’s rash seems to be improving. THANK. GOD.

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You’re welcome. Now seriously! GO STALK HER!