I had briefly considered attending BlogHer this year. It’s close to my home and the thought of meeting all of the bloggers I love intrigued me. Okay, and really the ones I don’t love so much might have caused a bit of intrigue as well. Like a chance to see if they’re as annoying or more so in real life.
Ultimately my family won out though. As they always should. My family will come first. We had planned a family vacation. Originally we were going to go to Florida in April for a family wedding, but that didn’t end up happening and everyone was dying for a vacation. So that was when we decided to just wait until my husband’s vacation in the summer which he always takes the week of his birthday to do a family vacation. And since that was two weeks before BlogHer I decided it would be impossible to attend BlogHer. My husband wouldn’t be able to get the weekend off and the cost was just out of our budget anyways.
That doesn’t mean I haven’t been following those who are there this weekend to see what they say. Watching the #BlogHer12 hash tag tweets just to see what’s happening.
I Realized Something
I don’t need BlogHer. At least not to feel like some of the bloggers are saying it makes them feel. I must be super blessed, but I am the ultimate superstar here at home. I actually saw a blogger tweet that she goes to BlogHer because people are nice to her and make her feel like such a superstar. Well, gee I couldn’t help but wonder what is she doing wrong that she needs BlogHer to feel like a superstar.
Because you see today as I was cleaning my bathroom and steam cleaning floors I felt like a superstar. Sweat dripping off my brow and knee deep in the muck of a house dirtied by six people and two cats on a daily basis I was a superstar. A superstar in the most amazing way. My four year old set up a chair and cheered me on while I cleaned exclaiming, “You’re a good cleaner Mommy!” I doubt I would get that kind of approval or adoration out of anyone who is attending BlogHer.
I Made The Right Choice
It’s nice to know that my family is all I need to make me feel special even in the most unglamorous of moments in life. That is how you know you’re important and special. Not when you’re all dolled up and speaking to a bunch of strangers.
While I’m sure BlogHer could have been very fun and educational and maybe some year I’ll make it there; at least I know that I don’t need to be a superstar for a bunch of strangers. Besides, my children are young still and these moments go so fast, I don’t want to miss anything.
So instead this weekend I will spend it with my family who thinks I rock in everything I do. Even cleaning the bathroom and steam cleaning floors. Although, I do hope that’s not all they see me as being good at.
What makes you a superstar?