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Blogging to Nourish Mothers

I have a standard I try to live by when I'm talking to friends about my husband.  I try not to say anything I wouldn't say if he were standing right next to me.  It's just a matter of honor and respect.  We trust each other with the most intimate parts of our lives and our hearts, and that trust can only exist if we're not tearing each other down to outside parties.  Does he do things that drive me crazy?  Yep.  Do we have really tough seasons in our relationship?  You bet.  Do I let other people know my life and my marriage aren't perfect?  All the time.  But there is a way to communicate our struggles without vilifying and tearing apart the ones we love.

So why is it so hard to strike this balance when we're blogging about our children?  Why are so many of our stories about their flaws instead of our journeys as mothers?

The Tween Party Scene

This is cross-posted from our sister site, DC Metro Moms Blog.

My 12 year old daughter went to her first real party last weekend. I was eager to volunteer for carpool duty so that I could sniff out the tween party scene. What I discovered brought back all kinds of memories...some of which I may still need to work out in therapy.

In case you’ve forgotten the definition of a “real party”, allow me to refresh your memory. A "real party" is one in which there are both boys and girls in attendance and hopefully of somewhat equal numbers, parents are not in the room constantly but checking in every 10 minutes (and listening from somewhere if they’re worth their salt), and dancing. There has to be dancing. Bonus “real party” features include a strobe light and the game of Truth or Dare.

Do you remember your first real tween party? Good Lord, I sure do.