Naming a blog is not something you take lightly. What will it say about me? What do I want to project? Will my future audience identify with it? And most importantly — is the URL available?
Having majored in marketing, I wanted something quippy that included alliteration. Having become a mother, I wanted something with sass, something with a little style, something different from the mom-in-yoga-pants-with-wine-in-hand trend (although that’s what I am on most Saturday nights). Something that felt like me.
Mom in Manolos was born.
It was the perfect moniker to join the D.C. blog scene and it spanned two groups of women — those who didn’t have kids and those who did. But I quickly learned what people expected from me after a fellow blogger asked to see my shoes at an event “because you’re Mom in Manolos, right?!” This was not what I intended. I enjoy fashion to an extent, but I have never been nor have wanted to be the classic fashion blogger. Don’t get me wrong, I adore heels and a well put-together outfit. But there’s a deeper meaning behind why I chose my blog’s name.
A deep meaning behind a pair of pumps?? Yes, bear with me.
Mom in Manolos (noun)
1. your job, your role, or what you give most of your heart to
2. your own personal style; your passion; what makes you “you”
When I became a mother, I quickly understood how important it was to hold onto a piece of yourself. If you give 110% of yourself to your children, there won’t be anything left to give. “You can’t pour from an empty cup…” is probably the most true statement I’ve ever heard.
Ironically, I credit my son with forcing me to this realization and leading me to the epiphany that I need creativity in my daily life. He has proved to be my best teacher.
Starting a blog fulfilled a creative part of my soul that I could not find in my 9 – 5. It also gave me a sense of control that every mother desperately needs during the very out-of-control baby stage. I lit up when I thought about blog posts to write and lit up even more when I connected with other bloggers. This blog also led me to what will now be a lifelong passion — photography.
They say you find yourself during your 20s. But I think you find yourself when you are brave enough to live your passion.
I’m not wearing heels as often these days here in Switzerland but I’m still tucking away a little space for myself, thanks to a very supportive husband. I find I have more to give to my family when I visit that space. The guilt about having a passion in addition to my roles as mother and wife has finally started to subside. Now I understand why they tell you to put the oxygen mask on first.
Remember you’re still a person, a Mom in Manolos (or Nikes, flats, Louboutins, flip flops…), no matter what roles you take on in life.