(First, I have to confess. I cannot beat box, sing, or even rap to save my life. Second, I’m petrified, literally terrified of starting this blog. So please be kind and patient–I fall about twenty steps below the “dummy” stage of blogging. Third, celebrate someone you love today, even if it’s as undramatic as hugging them, or a dramatic, awkward three second, unblinking stare that screams “I just love you.” Do it. You’ll live longer, I’m not sure about that, but it will make you feel good.)
Now to introductions…
I am Mama (Mother, Mom, Ma, and Mommy) to four daughters, who I irrevocably and unapologetically refer to as the “beauties.”
The Flock of Beauties: Anabella, Avayah, Adalynne, and Amelia.
Yes, my husband and I strived to drive ourselves mad with the tongue twister that is to be had when naming all our daughter’s with “A” names (you’re doing it, huh? saying all their names in quick succession, right now? I knew it. In lieu of being tongue tied, we suffice by calling them Thing 1, 2, 3, and 4. I’m kidding, a little).
To adults and the internets, I’m Sarah Black…a 29 year old wife and mother who has been told
nearly all my life, in its complete entirety to date, that I am a smidge, which truly means gigantic, bit dramatic…and finally after years of utter denial, I’ve accepted it.
I am a Drama Mama.
And obviously, Jesus knew drama was my calling.
Ahem, four daughters: We. Own. Drama. In. Our. House. (This is where you start praying for my husband, he needs it something fierce, because prayer is the only answer against my Army of Estrogen.)
Right there, smack dab in the middle of the beauties, is Travis, my husband, father of my daughters, and the only male soul (aside from our dog, Camo) in the Black house. He hides his “I’m petrified daily face” well, no?
Let’s break down this whole “Drama Mama” title.
drama /ˈdrɑːmə/ noun. a situation or sequence of events that is highly emotional, tragic, or turbulent
If (you are a mother) can say that motherhood is not described in perfection by the above definition, we can’t be friends.
It’s widely accepted to fear or disassociate yourself with drama. Just type in ‘drama’ on Google. It has a bad rep. But if we’re all being honest, drama has always been present in the midst of every beautiful moment in life. It has a way of filling, smothering, and beating outside the lines of our expectations, layering that upon the journey of motherhood, and life becomes an outright beautiful mess of the extraordinary.
“What is drama but life with the dull bits cut out.”
― Alfred Hitchcock
This blog is about sharing, confessing, celebrating my beautiful mess: the characters that fuel my writing inspirations, my family, and the drama that ensues on our journey…
So if you’re not terrified of drama, stay tuned…we’re soon to be friends.