After staying up way too late again to write for this blog , I realized at 4 in the morning that today is my blog’s 1 year anniversary!
I wrote this post — Steve Pavlina Inspired me to Start my Own Blog, DagmarBleasdale.com — a year ago and I could not have imagined what a whirlwind it would be to write Dagmar’s momsense.
I had no idea what I got myself into starting this blog. I taught myself everything I need to know.
Since I am an avid researcher, I read several books and many articles about how to start a blog. Very early on I knew I wanted to go about this the professional way and got my own domain name and am self-hosting this blog.
After many hours of frustrated messing with HTML code, I decided on a WordPress theme that doesn’t require me to code my own stuff, and that has made a huge difference.
I wish I had screen shots of what the blog looked like back then, but here we are.
I am still always tweaking the blog, but I am pretty clear on what I want this blog to focus on.
I want to be a little bit of Steve Pavlina, with all his empowering and entrepreneurial articles.
Like Dooce, I like to make my readers laugh with my writing. In the future, I also want to be a little more like The Pioneer Woman, who so beautifully documents her cooking and more.
Since we are now vegetarians, I want to learn to cook new dishes and write about my trial and tribulations with my pots and pans (and let me tell you, there will be many!).
Who made this blog possible? These two people:
My Mama and Papa. Coincidentally, they are celebrating their 40th wedding anniversary today. Alles Liebe zum Hochzeitstag!
My parents have always let me pursue every dream I have had and supported every crazy, ambitious endeavor of mine.
Well, truthfully, they didn’t really have a choice, since I am very tenacious — okay stubborn — and will do what I put my mind to. But when I told them I would move to America, they didn’t have to help me pack my two suitcases. Now that I am a mother myself, I can’t even imagine how hard that must have been to let your child move that far away. Landon, you can forget moving farther than ten minutes from me!
My father did not have to sent his most prized belonging after me a week later, his childhood teddy bear that was the only thing that survived the war.
It had a note attached to him that said, “I missed you and asked your father to box me up so that I can make sure you are not alone in America.” To me, that gesture will forever be the most touching display of my father’s deep love for me.
When I called my parents that I would be attending college in California, they didn’t have to fork over ten thousands of dollars for an education I could have had for free in Germany — but they did.
Danke, Mama und Papa, for always letting me go after my dreams and for believing that I know which path is right for me. I love you so much!
This blog also would not have gotten off the ground the way it did without the help of one of my dearest friends, Joel.
You are a true friend, I love you very much — not only because you always help me whenever I have computer trouble :) Come visit soon!
And, of course, this blog would have never seen the light of day wouldn’t it be for this little guy:
Born exactly one year after our wedding day, this little man has changed me forever. Landon, I am so happy and blessed to be your mommy.
The desire to write about being a mother and connecting with other moms and letting them know what I learned works and doesn’t — especially when it comes to natural birth and breastfeeding and attachment parenting — is what gave birth to this blog.
I hope you will continue to enjoy it!