I am MommyNaniBooboo- most of the time, I give you my heart and soul, tied up in a pretty bow, dipped in poop, and then run through the washer on cold.
There’s a reality show in the beginning stages of development right now called Project Mom Casting. The key players of this show? Mom bloggers.
Why, you ask? (Trust me, you did ask.)
Because it terrifies me. And it’s about time I do something scary.
Blogging is therapy to me, and it’s allowed me to open up to strangers in ways I never thought I could.
I blog dangerously.
But I live safe.
Most of my readers have no idea who I am, what I look like, or what my name is.
I’ve only been blogging for a year, have no idea how to “brand” myself, and won’t be attending BlogHer. (Though I won’t be available for a personal interview at the BlogHer conference, I do live in Los Angeles- probably right next door to the production company. Hint, hint, nudge, nudge, poke, punch.)
I know how to write. That’s pretty much it. And for some reason it’s been working.
One thing I have learned is that the online blogging community is powerful. Moms in particular are able to forge strong connections across the globe, and rally together when one of “their own” is in need.
And mothers are brave.
Mothers are survivors…
To don the cape of motherhood is to say “No matter what- no matter what is behind me, ahead of me, or bearing down on me… I AM YOUR MOTHER.”
It’s because of these other brave women that I’ve found online, that I’ve decide to be brave too.
So here’s me, MommyNaniBooboo-
You can also call me Jenni Chiu.
Project Mom wants to know about me, and it’s not fair to keep you, my readers in the dark any longer- so, you know, two birds, one post…
- The birth of my son “broke me”- literally. I split my pubic bone, but after a few weeks of physical therapy was able to walk again.
- The first few months as a new mom were some of the worst times in my life. Our child was colicky and I suffered from PPD.
- I used to spend 60% of my waking hours on stage as an actor.
- Several years ago something traumatic caused me to scrunch up like a tortoise in a shell. I’m learning to peek my head out once in a while.
- After I started blogging I was named a BlogHer Of the Week.
- People have accused me of thinking “outside the box”. I don’t know if that’s true since I have a hard time seeing any box to begin with.
- I struggle with having lost “me” after becoming a SAHM.
- I’ve learned a lot as a mother.
- Laughter is my Band Aid.
- And my shit smells like roses.
Oh, and here’s me, trying to VLOG for this thing…