I left for Chicago and BlogHer knowing I was leaving Peter with a lead ball of worry in his gut. Not because he was particularly worried about me – I’ve been to DC, NYC, LA and countless others – but because I was boarding a plane with our 12yo.
BlogHer isn’t anything new, with its crowds, kisses and parties. The hotel even held memories of 2009 and the time spent with friends.
But it was all painted in new colors as I got to show it to my daughter and experience it through her fresh eyes.
Her delighted smiles at being recognized by people who have seen her picture on Facebook and Instagram. The moments of clarity when names from the computer became real life people.
For a few minutes I became more than the person who nags at her about her socks. I became a person with a life and personality beyond what she’s known. I’ll still be mom to her but now I’m m MOM. it’s not terrible.
There were these gorgeous moments when the young woman she aches to be popped out and other where I saw her still grasping the girlhood in her clutches.
It was beautiful to tell people “I made this!” And see them be just as amazed as I am by the creature before them.
She was smashing.
People asked me “What do you blog about?” and my polite answer was “Loving life with no filter” but a larger part of me wanted to point at her and just smile.