Four years is a really long time. I mean, just think about it in relation to your kids. They turn one and it almost feels like they were just born. They're still babies even though in twelve short months they have experienced more growth and change than they probably ever will again in their entire lives. Then they turn two and you've been so busy enjoying them (that whole year is just adorable) that you almost can't believe it's time to celebrate another birthday. Then they turn three and your grace period is over. They are people, not babies, and just like people they have needs and desires (beyond food and sleep) and questions and opinions. (If they're a blog, they're probably very neglected by this point.) By the time they're four they're giving you financial advice and beating you at Scrabble.
After four years, you've parented your ass off. You've survived sleep deprivation, breast feeding, teething, many disgusting diapers, weaning, separation anxiety, sleep training and all the bumps and bruises that come with learning to roll, sit, crawl, cruise, walk, run and climb.
You've said things like, "take a bite!" and "make a good choice" two thousand four hundred and seventy nine times.
You've read more books on parenting than you ever knew existed and drop names like Weissbluth and Faber into conversations like you're talking about people you actually know.
You know where all the best playgrounds are and can tell if a restaurant will have french fries and pancakes just by pulling into the parking lot.
You've had long conversations about death and God and war and birth and sex and the F word and what it takes to be President of the United States of America.
You've researched preschools and play schools and and special schools and elementary schools and public schools and private schools and held your breath and made a choice and sent your child off into the big wide world of education.
You've watched this tiny person grow and grow and grow and for every little thing you've taught, you've learned at least four times as much.
Blogging is a little bit like that too. It definitely has it's ups and downs. But unlike parenting, you can totally drop the ball with blogging and no one will starve or be late for school or grow up not knowing about Radiohead. And that is why I'm super proud of this blogiversary. Because doing something challenging and time consuming for no other reason than you love it and have committed to making it happen for four whole years is kind of a big deal. No one is forcing me to keep up with this blog or paying me to post or reprimanding me when I've gone too long without writing. But I do it anyway (well, most of the time). And that is worthy of a celebration.
So cheers! To me, and you, and No Mommy Brain. Thank you for joining me on this journey.