It completely blows my mind that I have decided to create a "blog".
My sister joined the ranks first. Her blog is understandable, she has kids and her closest relatives are a minimum of three hours away. It makes sense for her to be able to post pictures of the kids and various stories of what goes in the daily life of her family so the rest of the family can keep up with them.
The next "blogger" completely took me by surprise. Not because I didn't think that she could do it or should/shouldn't do it, but mainly because for a while the impression of blogs was "Look at ME, Look at ME!!". However, my best friend and her husband decided that it was a good idea as well for their family because they, like my sister, are at least three hours away from grandparents and other family.
So how did I arrive at the conclusion to start a blog? It would be nice if I could say that I, too, created a blog to keep in touch with family and friends who are scattered about. But the truth of the matter is that I just always seem to have a lot to say. About everything. To the point that I get tired of hearing myself!! My poor fiance does I am sure! The other reason though is that I think it is therapeutic. Let's face it, we all seek counsel from someone. Whether it is your friends, family, co-workers, spiritual leaders, or therapists; we all want to have a sounding board or someone to listen. The more I considered this I started wondering if what we as individuals truly need is someone to listen or if was more therapeutic to just get it out. The thoughts and musings that swirl around in our heads are usually not earth shattering or life altering; but sometimes we need to just get it out. Then there are just the daily observances or funny moments that happen in everyday life that I simply MUST comment on. Don't ask me why I feel the need to elaborate...I just do! So here I am.
Oh, one more thing, the name.... Well, "Bebe" came about from my best friend's oldest child. When she was almost two I took care of her for a few days when her Mom and Dad took a mini-vacation. She never addressed me by any of the names we provided for her. NEVER! One day while I was fixing her lunch she started yelling from the other room. I quickly ran to see what earth shattering event had taken place (evidently, EVERYTHING to a two-year old is earth shattering). She was sitting on the bed, looked at me and said "Bebe!" and held up her arms. I looked on the floor and saw her baby doll and realized that she dropped it and simply assumed that "Bebe" meant "Baby". I handed it to her and headed back to the kitchen to finish lunch. I had not taken five steps before she started yelling again, "BEBE!!" (rather forceful this time). With a nephew of my own, I was very familiar with the "I throw it down, you pick it up" game. But when I went back into the room, she still had her baby and her arms were still up. She looked at me and said "Bebe!!" and motioned that she wanted me to pick her up. I picked her up, she put her head on my shoulder, and one more time said "Bebe". That was it, I officially became Bebe.
The title "Being Bebe" isn't about just being Bebe to my best friends kids. It has become a nickname of sorts. I have realized that when I refer to myself in conversations with a few friends and my fiance, I frequently use "Bebe". My fiance calls me Bebe ALL the time. So I guess "Bebe" has become somewhat of an alter-ego (not by "Real Housewives of Atlanta" standards; different, but hard to explain). Being Bebe is just a title for this blog...plain and simple. I'm not crazy about using my real name (internet weidos and all) so this seemed to fit. Oh yeah, the fact that I already had "Bebe" as my title to comment on other blogs made it very convenient as well. I am ALL about simplicity these days. Those that know me, know who Bebe is!
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