I created this blog so I can vent about the stresses, joys, and general 'going-ons' of being a mom, as well as my experiences from childhood. There are lots of blogs about motherhood, so I decided to make mine a little more specific. I was born, raised, and currently live in the South. Why is 'Fried' in the title? Because we fry everything here. Duh. Besides, they say you should write about what you know, right?
Let me first clear up a few common misconceptions/stereotypes that often come to mind when some people, especially outsiders like Yankees, hear the word 'southern'. I am not a Redneck. I am not 'white trash'. I am not a racist (I absolutely detest that stereotype of southerners). I am not some drawling debutante. I am simply a woman who lives in the southern region of the US who believes in teaching her children to use words like "ma'am" and "y'all".
Now it's time to get around to the 'Mama' part! I have two beautiful boys: Holden is 4 and Finley is 16 months. They are typical boys in that they're full of vigor and curiosity. Holden is exceptionally bright (which is part of my problem), funny, and sweet. Fin is just a big cuddle bug; he is my little explorer with the biggest laugh I've ever heard from a baby. I love them both terribly, and I'm so thankful to have two healthy children.
However, there are some days that I just want to run for the proverbial hills. I fought so hard to be a stay-at-home mom, and there are times when I want to be anywhere BUT home. Don't get me wrong: I love my children with all my heart. Sure, they're 'gifts from God' and all that. There are just sometimes that I feel them sucking the very life out of me.
I keep saying 'them', but most of my moments of despair are brought on my my older son. Again, I love him dearly, but geez can that kid wear a person down! He is quite the challenge! In fact the last year has been a blur of specialists: therapy, psych testing, occupational therapy, speech therapy. All of which hasn't gotten us very far.
My hope is to use this blog to discuss the trials and tribulations of raising a difficult child. I really need to vent about the journey my life has taken over the past year while trying to diagnose and treat Holden's issues. Of course, you can't really experience motherhood without reflecting on your own upbringing; so, I'm finding I need to write a little about that, too, as memories surface.
If you're a parent who can relate (or is thankful you can't) or just a somewhat curious reader, feel free to come along for the ride. I'd love to have some company to share in the tears and the laughter.
