I'm writing to congratulate you on winning the Readers' Choice award in our Tales of Bliss contest.
Like many of our online readers, we loved and identified with your honest tale here at the CF office. Parenthood holds so many challenges and surprises. Sometimes the most surprising thing, is we're good at it, even when we're too tired to see it for ourselves. That is bliss indeed, and you did a wonderful job of conveying that with your essay.
When the above message, from the editorial team at Canadian Family, arrived in my inbox, I was standing in the plumbing aisle at Home Depot looking for a rubber thingamabob to stop my toilet from gurgling 24/7. I'd already made lunches, shipped kids off to school, sung and clapped at a toddler's play group, made more lunches, and put a baby down for a nap.
I wanted to run home and turn the "Readers' Choice" blog badge into a lawn ornament, but I still had snacks to pack, groceries to buy, and kids to pick up from the bus stop. Cartwheels and billboard designs would have to wait.
I've waited so long to start writing again: unsure I was worth that time or my words could ever mean something to anyone. The call to define bliss (and for me, accepting that I am deserving of it) is exactly what I needed to keep the blinking cursor moving across the screen.
Before finding myself in that room at Blissdom, I had no idea what a Schmutzie was or how compelling this world is for a writer. I wasn't a blog reader and had never considered being a blog writer. I went to the conference hoping to find a way back to my writing and because of the words and encouragement I found there, I find myself here.
But I stay because of all of you. Your words about: understanding, blurry eyes, wet cheeks, goosebumps, forgotten moments, familiar feelings? I wish I could write every one of them across the sky.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.