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I've had a lot of blog posts in my time as a blogger...easily thousands. It's hard to pin down exactly the one that is the best. I actually have a lot of "best" posts. I'm really proud of the posts I've written for my blog on Mothering.com.
What is your best blog post of all time? Why?
Make sure to leave a link because if it's your best we want to read it!
Do I really have to pick one? I have several favorites (even have them on an "Ego Page" LOL), but I decided to share with you the one that touches ME the most.
I love writing posts that make people laugh. But I have one post that I wrote that makes ME cry. Every time I read it. Even now when I went back to my Ego Page and tried to pick just one. It was from Christmas this past year and my discovery of what the "Magic" of Christmas has come to mean to me. It's also short so as not to bore anyone. I hope you enjoy it, I really enjoyed writing it. It was one of those posts that when the idea struck me, the words just flew from my fingertips. No editing was needed. Here it is. It's called "Thank You Santa".
Since I'm such an "information junkie" my favorite post was a 4 part series: Q&A About Boys with Michael G. Thompson, Ph.D. (Dr. Thompson is a psychologist, school consultant and author/co-author of eight books including the classic bestseller, Raising Cain: Protecting the Emotional Life of Boys and It’s a Boy!: Understanding Your Son’s Development from Birth to Eighteen.)
It was a great help to me (I have 2 boys) and I received a lot of positive feedback from other moms of young boys.
I wrote a story about the meaning behind the battered cowboy boots that sit on my fireplace as a decoration. They were worn by each of my boys and I described the memories and how I wasn't ready to say goodbye to them.
I also wrote the Mother's List of Rights on a day when I was feeling especially snarky. I still get a kick out of that one.