Being hacked is possibly the worst thing that can happen to any blogger. It’s awful to see your hard work just, well, gone like cake around kids.
Last week I was hacked, and if you were in the market for cheap Viagra then you seriously missed a trick because that shit was going cheap on tobyandroo for about 48 hours. Yet, if you find parenting or lifestyle articles are more your bag, then you would have been very shocked. Being a total bimbo when it comes to the technical side of blogging (just learnt how to chuck out a deep link people… Sigh) I really didn’t have a clue what to do in this instance so had to turn to my ever fabulous tech support.
Eventually, with the help of more friends and the host, we managed to decipher that the hack was Russian, and let me tell you, they were about as welcome on my site as Putin at a democracy celebration. Eventually, after hours and hours of tearing hair out, we (by which I mean my tech goddess Sarah) managed to boot them out Cold War style and take the site back with full force. We’re all up in those Russian references… I have more, but I will spare you.
Anyway, without waffling on too much (I do that don’t I?) I wanted to talk about how having something that you have worked fucking hard for, that has literally naff all to do with you as a parent but is a source of pride to you – just for you – is precious. As parents, a lot of our proud moments are centred around our children, and while that is epic, it’s so important to remember that you are more than just mum or dad, more than just a one dimensional person, and there are things that YOU have done that are important and something to be proud of.
I’m incredibly proud of what I have built up here, last month the blog hit a record 40,000 unique users, it holds its own against some truly amazing bloggers who I aspire to be like and my social media reach has grown in the last year to a solid 35,000 on its own. While that might not be enough to consider myself in the rankings of Zoella (though if she ever finds herself wanting to have a natter about leaky boobs and the post birth car crash formerly known as a vagina, then I’m totes her girl) it is something I have done in the last 3 years TOTALLY by myself and for me. I’ve forged a career out of blogging and been able to give up work, and earn more than I did as a pleb at Mothercare.
Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t a brag post, I am small fry (think teeny tiny plankton, probably the molecules in the algae of the plankton actually…) compared to a shit tonne of big bloggers, and that’s cool. I wanted to write this because, more than ever, I have an appreciation for that side of me that isn’t a mum. That part of me that is proud and strong and achieving things – not through my children and as a secondary party. Yes, Edith’s newest little phrase fills me with an immense level of pride (though, not shut up, when she started saying that, I wasn’t so pleased…) or when Reuben and Toby surprise me win their genius and read letters or words that I never knew they could – especially Reuben, when did he learn to read signs?! Despite these immense moments of pride, I am also ok with saying that when I hit a new milestone in Instagram, or I get a message from a reader to say that my silly, slightly unhinged Facebook daily rant has made them feel normal about motherhood, I am for to bursting too.
Find something, anything, to be proud of yourself for, outside of what came out of your hoo-ha. Yes, celebrate your amazing parenthood but don’t ever stoping having something to celebrate for YOU. It could be a promotion at work, a gardening project, a reclamation project (like my diet for example) but find SOMETHING for you. And if the Russian’s come for it… Well, you know what to do.