As 2018 drew to a close, a personal landmark also concluded for me: a full decade of blogging. Ten years come and gone so fast; I hardly noticed. I so vividly remember sitting in my bedroom in our home in Billings, Montana and saying out loud, "I'm gonna start a blog. That's what I'm gonna do." I was encouraged by my friend Patty, who wrote a blog herself back then, but I didn't need much encouragement. Writing is therapy for me. It reduces anxiety better than most anything else and unleashes the only creative talent I have.
So that very day in 2009, I sat up in my bed and drafted the first post for itslegs.blogspot.com. That title is an acronym, constructed by Eli and stands for the seven Erichsen-Websters: Isaiah, Terrianne, Shulamith, Luke, Eli, Gerald, and Seth. (It was important to Shulamith to be the first "S.") That was 10 years and 654 posts ago. This post will be the 655th. The blog averages 54 posts per year, or just over one per week.
For fun, I decided to highlight two posts from each of the 10 years, the one that received the most page views, and my own personal favorite. I hope you enjoy looking back as much as I have:
2009
Most page views: Scout Mom Failure
Personal Fave: Trailers for Sale or Rent
2010
Most page views: Christmas is still wonderful, as long as you're in love
Personal Fave: A fierce mom!
2011
Most page views: Rhetoric Rant
Personal Fave: Schadenfreude
2012
Most page views: Not in a million years! But...
Personal Fave: Suspense films and not missing the dance
2013
Most page views: But what about the missionary parents?
Personal Fave: I believe that too, Seth.
2014
Most page views: Can your level of dysfunction equal ours?
Personal Fave: The rest of the story
2015
Most page views: Friends are friends forever
Personal Fave: It's just a quilt.
2016
Most page views: How to emotionally damage your child for life
Personal fave: You may not remember, but I always will.
2017
Most page views: The Webster-Monsons become a party of five: The culmination of a miracle!
Personal Fave: "And he came to himself": Dispelling myths about non-punitive parenting
2018
Most page views: I hadn't cried since the airport
Personal Fave: Anxiety: It's kinda like privilege
As I sat in my bedroom in 2009 and drafted the very first post for ITS LEGS, I had no idea what this blog would become. I needed an outlet for my writing; I didn't think anyone would actually read it, well, maybe my family (and not even all of them), and possibly my few closest friends. When I first started blogging, our oldest son Luke told me, "You know, Mom, the only people who read personal blogs are their authors. No one else cares."
My reply: "Na und?" (which is the German equivalent of "So what?")
Cuz I didn't care. I needed to write. I had stuff to say. And even if what I had to say didn't matter to anyone else, it mattered to me. I also wanted to preserve some sort of family history, but I am an essayist, not a journal writer.
Today, all these years later, the blog has sort of taken on a life of its own. I sometimes think of it as my sixth child. It means a lot to me. Many people read it, people I don't even know. Depending on how good my click bait is, how kind the Facebook algorithms are on a particular day, and how many people share it, a post can get several hundred views. That's not typical, but it happens. Who are these people? I'll never know. But I love them, whoever they are. My favorite is when people I do know read it and tell me they like it. That makes me so happy. Keep in mind that with a skill set as limited as mine, not many things I do impact people.
Sometimes people unfamiliar with the blog ask what category it fits in. Is it a "Mommy Blog," for instance. Yeah, I would say so. Although not every post is about my kids, many, many are. A couple years ago, I felt impressed to start an offshoot blog, dedicated solely to church-related topics, because so many of my readership of itslegs are not members of my church. That one is far less prolific; it has only nine posts in two years. Still, I feel good about separating out those posts from itslegs. It's called "There is room for you," if you want to take a look.