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Last Friday afternoon I sat with my good friend Kristen Howerton on a keynote panel at the Mom 2.0 Summit that we thought was going to center around how we as bloggers who have built platforms can use them to bring attention to domestic and global issues even when those issues aren’t at the core of the content that we create. The panel ended up looking somewhat different, but the idea of discussing that subject matter had drawn me to Atlanta. I had initially booked my return ticket for Saturday morning because my mother was watching the girls, but the event organizer Laura Mayes, another good friend of mine, asked if I’d extend my stay so that I could present three Iris Awards:

The Iris Awards honors the parent blogging community and its body of work throughout the year. The Awards recognize the finest expressions in art, commentary, commerce, philanthropy, ideas and connections, all the while celebrating the emerging industry created by its pioneers and leaders.

I attended a rehearsal Saturday afternoon at the Buckhead Theater and witnessed firsthand the amount of work and love that Laura and her partner Carrie Pacini had put into organizing this event. It was staggering in detail, even if I did poke fun at the copy (sorry, Laura!) that had been written for me and my very, very, very tall co-presenter Ryan Hamilton. It’s just, there is a reason I am not an actor who delivers someone else’s words. I know my skills and that is definitely not one of them. So you’re probably wondering why she’d invite me to present these awards. Well, obviously she hoped I’d disregard the script and break into a song about my butt.

Ryan is 6’6″ and I was going to be wearing heels putting me roughly at 6’3″, so most of the rehearsal was occupied with trying to position the teleprompters so that we could both see them. He happens to be a people pleaser like myself and we were like, listen, we can just hunch over like a troll, it’s not a big deal, look, LOOK AT US HUNCH. Then he and I got into a hunch-off and I was like, Ryan, I can people please in my sleep. YOU WILL NEVER OUT HUNCH ME.

One of the technicians worked their magic so that everyone, short and tall, could read the monitors, but not before one of them said to me, “We’ll fix this. We just didn’t expect you to be so much larger than the others.”

Ha. Hahahaha. Ha. Ha. Haaaaaa.

I’m going to change my bio for everything now and it’s going to begin with, “You will not even believe how large I am.”

Cut to that evening after everyone had dined on a few cocktails and posed for photos. All the nominees had assigned seating at the front of the room, and since I was on the ballot for the work I’ve done with Every Mother Counts, I sat down on the front row where my name was taped to a chair. I was running through the script for my segment of the ceremony when Laura and Carrie took the stage. After we all applauded their presence they began:

Laura: The individuals in this new medium are uniquely documenting modern parenthood like never before. YOU are uniquely documenting modern parenthood like never before.  And we are honored to be a part of this first-generation of storytellers. And with that in mind, Carrie and I are honored to give the first ever Iris Award to a true pioneer.  

Carrie: A forerunner. A ground breaker. A Vanguard.

Laura: We want to begin the first Iris Award ceremony with the Iris Vanguard Award. The is an honorary Iris Award for pioneering spirit and outstanding contributions to the world of parent blogging.  

Carrie: The word pioneer is used so often that you forget that it comes at a price and requires rare measures of courage, creativity and dedication….

Laura: Our first Iris Vanguard recipient exemplifies these things, along with a little disregard for the establishment

About halfway through that Laura shot lasers out of her eyes at me and grimaced. At first I thought she was flirting with me, and while Laura is quite dashing and magnificent and everything I would want in a sister wife, I kind of like penises.

And then it suddenly hit me: whaaaa-haaaaaaat? WHAT? Ha. Hahahaha. Ha. Ha. Haaaaaa.

I shook my head back at her and she did it again. Lasers beamed out of her eyes and burned a hole in my dress which she will kindly stitch back up once we are on the compound and I’m in charge of watching all the offspring. The room started to spin a bit and then I actually remember thinking OH WAIT SHE HAS NO INTEREST IN THE SONG ABOUT MY BUTT WHATSOEVER.

Carrie: We would like to now present, fittingly, the first Iris Award… the Iris Vanguard Award… to Heather Armstrong.

I think I mimed to both of them something about having to take the stage? Do I? Have to walk? How? Did this happen? They both nodded furiously and I do not remember how I got up and walked on that stage, but there I was standing next to them, bawling, totally earnest and embarrassing tears staining my cheeks, tears that will surely be mocked because it’s just a damn award that no one has ever heard of. But it was a totally spontaneous, gut, unfiltered reaction. And then I had an Iris award in my hand. They then led me over to the podium where I guess I made an acceptance speech, but I can’t remember any of it. It was probably totally incoherent and head-scratching. Well, that’s not entirely true. I do remember one part. Very early on I dropped the adjective “motherfucking” and if I offended anyone in the audience then I definitely should have followed it up with “suck it.”

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I was so surprised, so sideswiped by this honor that I had not prepared anything to say. Which is why I am writing this post, now that I have had some distance and time to gather my thoughts. I could have gotten up there and read a list of all the people who have been an integral part in making my website so successful: friends, colleagues, agents, coders, lawyers, assistants, editors, publicists, ad networks, and accountants. The list is long and robust and filled with talent that I have tried to absorb through association. I could have dedicated it to my readers and community without whom I am just a bunch of crazy ramblings in some remote corner of the Internet. My audience is trusted family, and without them (you) I would not have the privilege of working on this website. Thank you.

I would have mentioned all of that, for sure, but I think the thing that I would have most wanted to say is something that has been percolating between me and my older daughter for awhile and what it means for to me to experience this as it relates to the dynamic between me and my own mother.

This stage of parenting with Leta is so incredibly different from anything that has come before it. Instead of just attending to her needs I am actively teaching her about her own humanity. I’m trying to cultivate and empower certain values within her both by example and by sitting side-by-side with her as she navigates what it means to work. I have dedicated myself this past year to her piano practice, to every math problem she brings home, to the hand gestures she uses when delivering an oral presentation. I am actively engaging her in conversations about her friendships, the things that make her happy, the things that frustrate her to tears. I’m investing so much of my own energy into drawing out the contours of her soul.

The most magical thing has happened because of this. Yes, she’s excelling in her schoolwork, and she’s mastered piano pieces that impress judges. She’s learning and figuring out how satisfying it can be to push herself, and it’s so beautiful to watch. But that pales in comparison to the fact that she knows that I care. She knows that we are a team. She knows that whatever obstacle gets in her way, I am there and I will help her get over it together. She knows she can call on me, and I will always be there.

I didn’t think she would notice, you guys.

I’m holding back tears as I write this. I thought she’d resent me and kick and scream and see me come into the room and think UGH MORE WORK I HATE THIS. Instead, this other bewitching thing has happened: it has brought us so much closer together. Instead, our relationship is deeper and more meaningful than it has ever been. She notices and she has pulled me into her embrace because of it. She runs to me. She lingers when we hug. She asks me to stay up a little longer because she wants to tell me more.

I don’t have any idea how long this will last. You parents of teenage daughters have war stories and I’ve listened to them with my jaw on the floor. But you have to understand that even if it stops tomorrow I will have at least had this brief intimacy with her that is at the core of my relationship with my own mother, the person who taught me everything that I know about what it means to be a solid human being.

I am successful because my mother showed me how it is done. She invested herself in me, and I owe her everything. I hope that she knows that I knew what she was doing. I knew that she cared and wanted me to learn how to work, how to be generous, how to be loyal. She is the reason I know how and where inside myself to dig deep. I was paying attention. I recognize the tireless campaigner she was on my behalf.

My bumpy, irreverent parts we will just safely blame on her sister Lola and the fact that I share some of her DNA. (Why yes, I am hungry enough that I could straddle a dead cow and eat a bologna sandwich.)

Mom, you were the one who helped me build that miniature Parthenon. You were the one who made me memorize those speeches about Nathan Hale and Paul Revere and Thomas Paine. You were the one who drove me to and from chorus practice, encouraged me to take AP Physics, attended all the volleyball games, the one who cheered the loudest when I walked across that high school stage having graduated the way that I did. I watched you, I felt you by my side.

As someone who has built a career chronicling parenthood, know that every day I get up and hope that I am giving my daughters just the tiniest glimpse of what you gave me. The whole story of my website is me trying to show you that I was paying attention.

  • pixistik13

    I miss my mom. 🙁

  • kmpinkel

    Before I even read your post I was having a Walter Mitty moment, I have lots of those, wherein I got an award for just being me. I thought would that not be cool if people, on random days, were given awards for just being them. And I open your post and WHOA! You just nailed it! Congratulations. I know your mother is proud. Its not an Avon Award, but pretty damn close. Truly, she taught you everything she knows!

  • Nan

    Beautifully written

  • Such a beautiful piece, but damnit, you always make me either cry or laugh out loud at my computer, making all my colleagues wonder what the hell I’m reading. 🙂

  • Colleen

    This makes me want to call my mom, though I doubt I could ever say these things so eloquently. There would surely be more than one “motherfucker” in my blabbering. Congratulations!

  • *sobbing*

    This is so beautiful, Heather. And a wonderful post leading into Mother’s Day weekend.

  • Jenny

    And now I’m a babbling mess of tears. I feel the same way about my mom – this is so beautiful. And that Iris Award? Totally deserved, you’re why a lot of us are chronicling our parenting adventure out loud. Congratulations!

  • Ri

    Beautiful!

  • Meghan

    There should be a warning on this to not read when pregnant or you will do the ugly cry in your office (sshhh, I’m working) and people will stare. Beautiful.

  • Suebob

    Well, you really dropped the mother’s day mic with that one. Dang, woman.

  • Dana B.

    You are so very lovely, Heather Armstrong.

  • Heather B.

    And now I’m crying again because when you started crying I started crying and then we all started crying and I’m surprised we didn’t need lifeboats to get out of The Buckhead Theater. What a spectacular evening and I, for one, am honored to know you after all of these years. Keep on keeping on, friend.

  • KC

    Congratulations! Happy Mothers Day! Well done Heather Armstrong! Well done!

  • jashshea

    Holy cow. Gorgeous. You’ve been absolutely killing it lately, Heather. Your girls are so very lucky to have to in their corner.

    *Off to call my mom and thank her for making me alive!

  • Holly McCreary

    As a mom of 2 young daughters, and also the daughter of a wonderful mother, this really touched me. Just beautifully written Heather, seriously, I’m feeling all the feels. Congratulations on your motherfucking award!

  • Lorna.Fleener

    Ditto what Daisy said… exactly!

  • Calm Mom Bottles

    Congrats – and thank you for this. You’ve given me something even more to strive for with my son.

  • Lauren3

    Beautiful, Heather. Your words are always one of the best parts of my day. And like I said about your website last week…

    “That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald

  • Jenny

    Beautifully said, I’m not a mom yet, but I hope to be as thoughtful as you are!

  • Karen

    wow. thanks for sharing these beautiful words and all the words that came before them. and congrats to you.

  • Amy Gomoljak

    I’m so glad I accidentally stumbled across your blog 8 years ago. I have been a loyal daily reader ever since. I always had a soft spot for the letters you would write to Leta. You’ve made me laugh, you’ve made me cry, and you certainly must be doing something right to have so many followers and such a long blogging career. You totally deserved that award. Congrats! (Looks like they could’ve gave you a tiny heads up about the acceptance speech though.)

  • LWE

    Love. Just feeling it, and sending it. Thank you for sharing it. <3

  • Isabel Kallman

    beautiful tribute.

  • malisams

    well shit. hadn’t cried yet today. guess this was as good an excuse to as any. thanks, and happy mother’s day.

  • Michelle

    Congratulations, Heather. Wonderful piece! Great honor.

  • issascrazyworld

    Bawling. That is all. You put into words the way I feel about my girls right now. And my mother. I am sitting her stunned at this. Congratulations on the award. You deserve it. ps. My oldest is twelve and we’ve been very close since she hit about nine and it’s still going strong. I have that closeness and possibly even more with my nine year old as well. I can see how the teen years may change it and I’m prepared for that…I think. However I can also tell that even if our relationship fades some, it will come back. As mine did with my own mother.

  • Darn onions there at the last paragraph.

  • megmcg

    You make me want to try harder

  • You were so blessed to have such a mother. I’m envious.

  • KristenfromMA

    1. Knew it right here: Carrie: A forerunner. A ground breaker. A Vanguard.

    2. Congratulations! 😀

    3. BLUB!!!

  • harugirlie

    hahaha totally what ^^said!

  • Shey

    Incredible, poignant, important, meaningful words. This was wonderfully well-written and makes me tear up. It’s exactly the kind of mothering I never had but that I hope to be able to give one day. Thank you for putting into words. Heather, as always, you rock.

  • Carin Sweerman

    This was one of those “I know where this is going!” moments – congrats, Heather; totally deserved!
    And I loved your words about your relationship with Leta and how it’s evolving from fulfilling needs to actually forming a human being and giving her values, lessons and experiences that will help shape her and stay with her forever.
    Beautifully written, piece, Heather – thank you for keep on doing what you’re doing.

  • DriverB

    Totally agree. Mic. DROPPED.

    And thank you. We’re here because you’re awesome. And because you do put it into words so well (butt songs included!).

  • Jen Wilson

    Thanks for making me all teary, Heather. My mom didn’t build into me at all. She was distant. She rarely hugged me. I never talked to her about anything because I didn’t trust her. I never missed her when I went away. She shamed me when I made mistakes. She only brought God into it when I got my first period (“This is what they meant when the Israelite women were unclean!”) and when she found out I lost my virginity (“What would God think?”) When I was pregnant at 17, she said she’d never forgive me if it happened again. (This leads to another long, devastating story that doesn’t belong in the comments.)

    I’ve heard stories from women of our generation who had moms like yours, ones who built into them, who cheered them on, who lifted them up when they fell, who they want to see often because their moms make everything better. I’ve never felt this way. My only hope is that I will be this to my daughters (13 & 7). My eldest talks to me about everything and I listen to everything and it seems so weird to me to have this kind of relationship with her because I didn’t know it existed because I didn’t have it with my mother. I hug her and make sure she knows that I love her no matter what. ALWAYS. NO MATTER WHAT. I love it when daughters like you write these things about their mothers because it gives me hope that I can be this for my daughters. So thank you.

  • Mommiebear2

    Congrats!!!!

  • Angela

    Congratuations, Heather! This was such a great post. I still love your site after all these years and I think the posts get better all the time.

  • Desiree Johnson

    Congratulations! PLEASE find a video of your acceptance speech and post it so we can laugh at (I mean with) you! You deserve the award!

  • Dita

    Out of all the blogs I read & have read, only yours has consistently held my interest, and I’m not even a mom (and it’s too late to ever be one). Your honesty and outrage, your high spirits and low, your wonder and bravery are all compelling reasons to keep me coming back. Thank you for bringing your lustre to my life!

  • BabetteFeasts

    BRAVA. Here I was thinking..long post. Instead you just blew me away and have made me wish back my own children’s years so I could start again and be more like you. Oh, and my other friend, Jody M. Her too. Or maybe I just need a fourth child. Yeah, that’s the ticket. I’d get it right with number 4…ah, I digress. This was so wonderful to read. I DO wish my own children could see that in me. I can only hope that someday they will. Ya done good, kiddo.

  • Rita Arens

    Love this.

  • In some ways, you’ve given many of us a voice we didn’t know we had. Seeing you accept an award because of it was beautiful.

    Your speech was just what it needed to be. Congratulations.

  • amack

    It’s cool. I like to cry at work.

  • RzDrms

    “I hope that she knows that I knew what she was doing.” WAAAHHH!!!

    I hope she read this surprise blogpost from you and called you, opening up with, “You b¡tch. You made me cry so hard that I ruined my perfect makeup.”

    ps congrats, lady.

  • Maggy

    I wish I could say the same for my mother. I didn’t have children because I had no real roll model for mothering

  • Beth Rich

    dammit I was going to the grocery store. Now i gotta wait a bit so I can see to drive.

  • And…I’m crying at work.

  • August

    Me too.

  • Kylie

    You just made me cry on the 10:35pm train home.

  • Kelli

    Damn. Tears sitting and waiting for takeout. You amaze me, your words come together in the most powerful form.

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Hi. I’m Heather B. Armstrong, and this used to be called mommy blogging. But then they started calling it Influencer Marketing: hashtag ad, hashtag sponsored, hashtag you know you want me to slap your product on my kid and exploit her for millions and millions of dollars. That’s how this shit works. Now? Well… sit back, buckle up, and enjoy the ride.

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