Confession

I have a confession to make. And since very few people read this blog (I think at least) I feel as though this is a fairly safe place to confess (but perhaps I'll be proven wrong).  My confession is:

I read mommy blogs. 

(not in this picture though, we actually are just taking pictures in apple's photobooth)

And not just normal mommy blogs. I read adoption blogs. And hippy mom blogs. And photography mom blogs.  And sometimes all three.  Overall, I read way too much about having kids, and homemaking, and the trials of such a life. At least, way too much for me to want to admit, especially with remnants of feminist sociology in my body.

But I do.  I read this blog.  And this one. And another.  And this one from California that I love! And from time to time I dabble into this one that has a wider variety of topics.  And this one got me started.

I'm pretty sure I have more, but these are my staples. I'm starting to really get to know their kids, and their writing styles and personalities. And I love reading it. Most of these women I've never met (and never will), but I want to understand their lives, to learn from them. To hear things from their perspective. To maybe figure out if I really do want to adopt one day, or if I can't handle everything that means.

So maybe it really is okay to be learning from women who are doing something amazing. To listen to their words and learn and take heed and make healthier food choices.  Maybe all of of that is what I'm getting out of it really.

PS: I don't have any kids, nor a great desire to have any in the near future... so maybe that ads to why this is a weird hobby....