My mother does not approve.

They just called to wish my girl a happy birthday. The kids were playing video games and didn’t really feel like talking much beyond the hellos and why thank yous, so I got on the phone. I was still working on writing all of this up, but I was excited about it. And I tend to blather a bit when I’m excited. The conversation went something like this.

Me: “You know those mormon mommy blogs?”

Mom: “No.”

Me: “Oh, well, basically it’s just a mom-blog by a mormon.” And I read the first few paragraphs of that article and added, “Basically she’s addicted to these blogs because they make it seem like life is perfect. Of course, life isn’t REALLY perfect. They’re only blogging about the perfect things, right, so…”

Mom: “As they should. Who would want to hear about stuff that isn’t perfect?”

Me: “Wait, what?”

Mom: “Well, they SHOULD only talk about the stuff that works out. You wouldn’t want to get online and … talk about your failures or anything.”

I just laughed and said, “Uh, alright. Well, we should probably just end this conversation right here, mom, because you’re not going to like what I’m going to say.”

Mom: “How do you know what I will and won’t like?”

Me: “Trust me, it’ll just make you mad.”

Mom: “I would not get mad!!”

Me: “You already are.”

Mom: “I AM NOT.”

Good gracious. She and my dad were talking over each other, both upset at me, when I said I had to go and hung up. I IM’d the conversation to my buddy and he said, “I think you should blog that.” So, here it is.

I don’t think I’ll tell my mom about the blog just yet. And honestly, it isn’t going to be all about my failures. I don’t always fail, believe it or not. I actually feel like I’m pretty darn blessed, all things considered. I just believe that we’re here to learn and love, and find joy in the process, not just in perfection. I’d told my buddy earlier that my life is Second Nephi Chapter Two. More on that, later. But for now, suffice it to say, I’m just going to be real about everything. Mom will forgive me later. 🙂


Just when I was picking up my phone to call and apologize for my hasty exit, my mom called back. I told her I was sorry I had to go, and laughed. I told her I was planning on posting about my not-so-perfect life. She still disagrees with the idea and told me so. She did add a “but it’s your life, so do what you want.” And I’ll do just that.