Now don’t get too excited Cheri or Beth…we don’t plan to give you grandchildren ANY time in the near future. However, I am diving into this possibility of studying moms and the Internet (see my last post if want to hear about all my current life-changing decisions) with my semester project. I am in a class called “Digital Literacies and Social Networking” and it’s all about participating in an online community. This class could not be better suited to my interests as I test out these Rhet/Comp waters and consider changing the focus of my PhD program. So for the next four months, I will be a “mommy blogger” of sorts. If you see me entering weird “giveaways,” doing crafts, or having “linky parties” on my website, don’t be surprised. I am studying a culture by participating in it. As of right now, I hardly know what the above terms mean, but that is all a part of the research.
Clearly, the main problem with my research project is that I don’t have children myself. I am not a mom, but I want to study them. A few of my classmates suggested ideas to get past this obstacle… take pictures of someone else’s kids and blog about them (inconvenient, if not somewhat creepy), have children of my own (first of all, no thank you, not right now, we are waiting a few years, etc. etc. Not to mention that it is biologically impossible for me to have a child before the semester is over in May…), and then there was this idea, which is definitely the best option I’ve heard of thus far…
Yes, I’m talking about a return to the flour babies of middle school and high school Home Ec classes. I might even have to start a new blog: flourchild.blogspot.com. I wonder if that one is taken??? Don’t get me wrong. I am not making fun of being a mom. I love moms, especially my own. I have also loved watching some of my closest friends become mothers over the past few years, and I have been trying to learn everything I can from those who were brave enough to be the first to enter into motherhood out of my circle of college girlfriends. I hope to be a mom someday… just not today…or tomorrow…or this year. So if I am forced to have a baby for this project, it’s going to be born on the baking aisle of the grocery store…
