The Flip Side

With our beloved Nan in town, the kids and I have been spending oodles of time hanging out at my parents and basking in the glow of great grandma time.  With four generations of women gathered under one roof, I've been thinking a lot about my relationship with my mom and my relationship (current and future) with Abbey.

I could write a sentimental post about that, but instead, I'm responding to Mama Kat's prompt: if my mom were a blogger. 

What would happen if I handed over the reins to my mom?

She would talk politics. 

There are political watchgroups that don't know as much as my mom about certain issues in government.  When we agree, I think we're both brilliant.  When we don't?  Well, I don't like to argue with her, because she brings up things I've never even heard about, and then I don't feel so brilliant anymore.

She would talk Michigan State sports.

Between my mom and Ryan, nothing that happens in East Lansing goes unnoticed.  While you might read about my love of tailgating here, you'll have to wait for my mom to guest post if you want to know about the ins and outs of recruiting and NCAA regulations. 

She would talk books.

My mom is the one who carted me to the library weekly and let me check out as many books as I wanted and didn't care if they were above my reading level or not.  Reading is part of my soul, and she is absolutely responsible for that. 

She would never, ever talk shopping or fashion or style.

She might have had her own parking spot at the library, but she didn't take me to the mall except for early Sunday mornings when she used the expansive, empty parking lot to teach me to drive.  Thankfully she let me have a Seventeen subscription in junior high or I might still be wearing electric blue Wet & Wild eyeshadow.

She would post pictures of my kids.  And tell stories about my kids.  And post more pictures.  And tell more stories.

I might think Abbey and Dylan are bordering on MENSA status and two seconds away from prestigious modeling contracts, but my mom is an even bigger fan. 

So Mom, what do you think?  Ready to try on your blogging shoes?

Dylan would read Grandma's blog!