Confessions of This MotherBragger

If anyone I know ever realizes I’m the author of MotherBraggers.com, it’s fairly obvious that I could get some negative feedback that’s personal.

Certain moms that I’ve never enjoyed may now be (more) aware of that fact. Oh, well, they don’t enjoy me either. Unfortunately, though, some MBs I truly care about might take offense if anything similar to, or exactly the same as, their own utterings are used here as proof of the existence of MotherBragging.

In my fantasy scenario, these two groups join together and confront me for being a blue ribbon MotherBragger myself, questioning how I dare criticize others for doing something I’m so good at.

Maybe I should have stated plainly in my very first post that I am, indeed, a MotherBragger — of sorts. I’m a diluted breed, though, because I have awareness. While I may have bragged about my children, using some or the crudest of the methods defined in MB Dictionary, I’ve always felt fairly embarrassed and somewhat ashamed of myself after an episode of spontaneous MotherBragging. But since I know what I’m doing when I do it, I like to think I use my innate MB skills sparingly.

Because I want to have some level of credibility when I assure you that you, too, can refrain from MotherBragging. Still, I am a mother, after all. I can’t always rise to my better self, stand mute while those around me assume I’m not bragging because I don’t have anything to brag about it. Plus every mother has to drop a few brags once in a while — they build up!

So there’s my confession. My own MotherBragging habit is revealed. But I’m still trying to totally reform, and so should others. Because like any convert to a different way of thinking, I’m certain I’m right.