hello, good-bye

by ck on July 9, 2014

Dear Friends and Readers,

I’ve been putting this off for over a year because 1) I’m indecisive, 2) I avoid change whenever possible, and 3) it makes me sad. Really sad. This blog, and all of you, have been a huge part of my heart for a long, long time. But over the last year or so everything on my end of the world changed. Not bad changes, just the inevitable changes that come when your kids grow up and your stories no longer belong solely to you.

So I did what any Type-A with separation anxiety would do when faced with change. I talked about it. A lot. (So sorry to everyone who got stuck listening…) I made lists of what I’d write about if I didn’t stop blogging. And then I just put it all off and tried not to think about it. And then months passed. And more months. And little by little I realized there was nothing left to do but sign off. Bad Mommy Moments was truly over. Not the actual embarrassing messes (I wish!), just the freedom with which I once shared them.

But before I go, I want to thank everyone out there who joined me during these crazy years. Thank you for your presence, your comments, your friendship, and your encouragement. You were my sanity, and you helped me find ways to focus on the funny side of motherhood when all I really wanted to do was drown in pity and chocolate. I’m not sure what kind of shape I’d be in if you hadn’t come along, so with all of my  heart thank you.

If you ever find yourself needing a hit of parental humor, c’mon back and hit the “Random Button” on the sidebar. All my past moments of embarrassment and hope remain at your disposal. And if you want something a little longer, you can always download a copy of my book Bad Mommy Moments: Celebrating the Days of New Motherhood that SUCK on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, or Smashwords (code: pz26w). Or if you’re looking for a photographer, check out my photo projects online at cindykane.me, and on my tumblr page CKPhoto. I would love to photograph you and your kids!

Take care, Moms and Dads. Be patient, accepting, forgiving, kind, and gentle to yourselves. It’s much easier to be all those things toward your kids. Even when they suck. So be intentional about you. And if you’re having one of those days where you just can’t take it, know that you’re not the only one hiding in a bathroom from your kids. (You’re never, ever the only one. Promise.)

Love to you all,

Cindy

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 photo by my favorite photographer Christine Zona

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