I don’t think I’ve ever discussed here why I called this blog Mommified Me.
I think I might like to talk about that today if you all have time to sit a spell and listen.
You see this isn’t a mommy blog. I don’t think it ever was a mommy blog, though it certainly is a blog that belongs to a mommy. So I often wonder if the title is a little misleading to some.
Some who come here looking for another mommy blog to read. Some who see a comment I left somewhere and pop on through to check out the tattooed chick only to see she writes a blog called Mommified Me and then *gulp* RUN AWAY RUN AWAY.
Truthfully when I started this blog I wasn’t thinking of any of that. I wasn’t thinking of any of you. I was thinking of me.
I started this blog off having told one friend, only one, that I started it. Okay, that isn’t true I told two friends… Mr. Kaos knew right away. He was the one that spurred me on.
So I started the blog, for me. So I could write. So I could work thoughts out in my head and have a platform that didn’t involve yet more scraps of paper with scribbled thoughts and dreams that would be lost in the hustle and bustle of everyday life.
But I didn’t know what to call it and then a phrase that I had been using and toying with for years came to the forefront.
I have always struggled to be the truest me, the most honest version of myself, that I could be. I don’t want to be someone I’m not, I don’t want to be some one’s opinion of who I am. I just want to be me. Cami. CamiKaos.
But Cami, well, Cami has been a great many things to a great many people. I can’t even start to list what and who I’ve been. I wouldn’t want to.
But one thing became unchanging. Unflinching.
I’m K’s mommy. No matter where I am not matter what I am doing I am a mother. Her mother. There isn’t a moment of my life where that doesn’t come into play in one way or another and I wouldn’t change that for the world.
So when I say Mommified Me I am not talking about a woman who is nothing but a mother I am talking about me and how who I am changed once and for all the moment I came to know I had a little person growing inside me.
My life choices all include her. Hell my breakfast lunch and dinner choices include her.
My choices of what tattoos I want bear her in mind.
I consider her in everything and yet I still continue to be me. To be who I am.
I’m still Cami, I’m just a Mommified version of her.
I like it.