Advice for Bloggers and Also a Titus Update
The behind-the-scenes talk from bloggers about how to use Facebook to get an actual factual response from readers has been mind-boggling. There have been so many tricks to the trade, and they apparently change from day to day. Link only. Text only with link in the comments. Photo with quote.
Readers, did you know these conversations happen? Does it make you feel like punching out lightbulbs? Me, too.
Well, listen up. I’m about to give some serious professional blogging advice. Bloggers, when you link to a blog on Facebook, add the link using only your right hand to type. The tongue should stick out to the left. Set your laptop down. Do a few pirouettes, and then press Enter. That should do it. My friend Lora Lynn thinks you should also spit, but that’s debatable because she’s from Alabama, and you know what that means.
If anyone would like for me to visit your conference to give you a special talk about how to be a good blogger, my contact information should be above. No really, Facebook says things are about to get more normal, which is exactly what I’m waiting for.
I begin this post with my regular sort of goofiness, because this is what I do when things start to feel too serious. If you get to be around me ever in real life, you’ll learn quickly that I am the funniest person I know. Usually when you’re around someone funny, you’re also around someone who teeters on sad. For the record, I’m usually never funny or sad on purpose.
Right now, there is a styrofoam container on top of my desk. I am supposed to put dry ice in it to ship a lovely urine sample to Mayo Clinic because Titus tested positive for a screening for a creatine metabolic disorder that can do very scary things to him as he gets older. We’re to do the screening again, and if that one is positive, too, we’ll have a strong hunch that it’s what he has. A blood test from there would tell us exactly which kind and what to expect.
I’ve got a constant stick in my hand trying to beat fear-of-the-future back a few steps so I can just go about doing normal things. I should have sent the urine sample in three weeks ago, but the box is only going in the mail today. We won’t have results back for another 2 weeks.
In the meantime, I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed anything more than I enjoy this child. I enjoy how all the boys enjoy him, too. Last night he wouldn’t go to sleep. When I scooped him out of the hall, he squeezed me and stuck his face deep into my neck, his sweet skin on mine. As I rocked him in my arms standing next to the bunk bed, he reached up, and Isaac reached down. I rocked gently, and they held hands. No one said a word.
I have found myself in this liminal space of a motherhood that recognizes how little control there is to wrangle. Ignoring the styrofoam container is a short phase I’ve allowed myself, a time to recognize gravity, not just for Titus but for all of us. My Ian, too, just wanted someone to lay with him. He cuddled me so close that I couldn’t help the constant stream of tears. I pray for them so hard sometimes. I know what it feels like to beg. Everything is tinged with sweetness, even all these things we have to let slip away.
Seth and I have decided to take a trip this summer, and I’ll tell you about it soon enough, but it’s a trip for us, for our marriage. It’s over the top. It’s a thing so beautiful to think about that it literally makes me school-girl giddy. I want to travel the world with him, and I’m going to.
I am numbering days, and such things makes Facebook the goofiest thing I’ve ever heard of. Even still, I love to like you there. I can’t help it.
My real earth-shattering advice to bloggers and everybody is to find a way to feel the gravity. Feel the gravity, number days, pull the tension between joy and sadness, and when it feels heavy, break Facebook rules and watch/read something that makes you laugh – even if it’s just a little bit raunchy.
For more blogging tips, do not follow me on Facebook. I’m making all this up as I go, but I am bound to have fun on the internet again, so as to help the internet not be dumb.