Today’s guest biatch is someone special to me. WhyMommy from Toddler Planet. Hers was one of the first blogs I stalked, she gave me my first blog award (my GOD I lost my fucking MIND when that happened!), she introduced me to Twitter – I joined so I could follow her tweets from hospital when she was undergoing a double masectomy – and we developed a friendship over the internetz. This woman is one huge ball of amazing.
Kelley and I have been blogfriends for a long time now. In blog time, that is.
What is blog time? What are blogfriends? Well, they’re just words I made up (my husband hates it when I make up words) to try to capture the eternity that it seems like we’ve been blogging, and the close yet awkwardly distant relationship that so many of us have over here. It’s really sort of strange when you think about it.
We talk (tweet) nearly every day, we read each other’s innermost thoughts, we know what makes each other tick (her: chocolate and shoes, me: sunny days and new adventures), we know all about each other’s kids (her: Moo, dating an older man, Boo, just back from summer camp, Too, middle daughter, doesn’t get nearly enough ink; me: Widget and Bear, thankfully napping). We’ve talked about our gigantic wood playsets in our back yards and how we cope with our parents’ health issues. We even both wore big, chunky, funny slings or wraps on our arms in the same week this spring. We check in on each other, encouraging each other to get up and go forward into the day, no matter what it has in store. In 99% of friendships before the age of the internet, this would be an amazing, rare friendship held only with one or two other friends who live down the street.
But of course we don’t live down the street. We live half a world away from each other, and we will in all likelihood never meet. We’ll never grab a coffee, go for ice cream, or walk a nature trail with our kids. We won’t even show up at the same tweetup, all awkward and such, as if we didn’t know each other’s inner life already and where we got our hair cut. But it hardly matters. Because Kelley shares her life here, and I share my life at Toddler Planet, and we each have networks of friends throughout the internet, which knows no boundaries.
There’s just one thing I can’t figure out. How do I explain to my mom that I’m good friends with a woman in Australia?