#best mom blogs

[indianparentingblog]

Authentic guidelines to start the best mom blogs in 2024

It might be that you would like to establish a community with other moms while sharing your parental experiences on the web as well. At the same time, generating some extra cash will also be a decent idea. It will be possible for you to do so by starting the best mom blogs that you will come across. If you are thinking of how to do so, then go through this post mentioned below.

1. Select a niche for the blog

Before starting your blog, it is of prime importance to figure out what it is going to focus on. For this, it’ll be a sensible idea to comprehend the requirements of other moms through research. You can make your blog stand out by performing something special such as sharing tips from your personal experiences. Also, make certain that the content written by you stays interesting for quite some time. It’ll be possible to engage your readers by growing and changing your blog as and when required. For this reason, ensure that your blog topic is flexible.

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[inquiettrust]

Top 15 Christian toys and games to inspire and educate your kids. We have compiled a list of faith-based toys that promote Christian values and teachings. 15 fun christian toys and games to inspire your kids.

[shadowisabean]

My life revolves around Shadow 🐶❤️

[amoebaherberwest]

baja’d be thy blast

[dixieandherbabies]

Dixie and her babies.

This is my more orange side. All of my angles are excellent!

[skitskatdacat63]

I was showing my mom various eras of Nando, AND SHE SAID PUPPY DOG MCHONDA ERA LOOKS LIKE PUSS IN BOOTS HAHAHAHHAA

I'm not gonna be able to stop thinking about this comparison for a while 😭😭😭😭😭

[lillprincessworld]

X.x: Does your mother agree with your age regression?

Me: Honey, my mom told some ladies who were complaining about her buying me a bottle that if it was good for me she would literally breastfeed me if I asked. She is the best Hahahaha

[whirlybirbs]

it’s 5:20am i cannot sleep i am consumed with thoughts and yearning for keigo takami i need to be euthanized

[inquiettrust]

Have you noticed a sudden change in your child’s behavior? Keep reading for 8 effects of negative peer pressure and tips on how to handle it as a parent.

[shadowisabean]

My best friend 🐶💞

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Trick or treat!

(do you have an Halloween fics ÓwÒ)

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

Bearly Keeping Up (Sans/Reader) by ComicalFont (Teen And Up, Complete)

A curse is never an easy thing to live with. A curse unlike any that's been seen before only makes it harder. Thanks to a horrible series of events that happened to you on a hike years ago, whenever you look at a piece of raw meat for just a mere moment, you become a bear against your will. It hasn't exactly made work, your social life, or anything else that easy to manage, but the emergence of monsters from a nearby mountain after centuries of captivity cause some new questions to swirl inside you. Would they accept you for your curse, if they ever found out? Would it terrify them even worse than it's terrified other humans? As you find yourself growing closer to the friends you've made from monsterkind, the question becomes more and more pressing... especially when you and a punderful dork of a skeleton accidentally work into each other's hearts. Written in honor of spooky month! Regular updates every week until Halloween!

The Halloween Camping Trip by smallpersiankitten (Mature, Complete)

You work in Sunset Animal Hospital located in Sunset City, just an hour or so away from Mt. Ebott. Yes, THE Mt. Ebott. The one where the monsters all came from. Your interaction with them had been fairly minimal until the day that two skeletons walked through your hospital doors....BUT... That's not where you are now. Now you find yourself in the backseat of a jeep, heading off into those very woods around Mt. Ebott for an impromptu Halloween camping trip. Sure, your skeletal date is coming with you, so maybe this weekend won't be so bad. Certainly, nobody's ever heard of anything bad happening to those in the woods on Halloween...right? (I still have a tumblr: http://smallpersiankitten.tumblr.com/ See a cool undertale photo or have some you want to share? Share it with me. SFW and NSFW are perfectly fine)

Nice To Scare You by peachwhimzy (Teen And Up, Complete)

Halloween one-shots! ═══════════ Ch 1: SF!Papyrus/Reader - Reader appreciates a very cool halloween decoration. Ch 2: UT!Sans/Reader - Reader is a ghost hunter! Ch 3: UF!Papyrus/Reader - Reader goes to a haunted house. Ch 4: UT!Papyrus/HT!Papyrus - HT!Papyrus and UT!Papyrus carve some pumpkins. (or… they try to….) Ch 5: US!Sans/Reader - Reader paints the swapbros' faces. Ch 6: HT!Sans/Reader & HT!Papyrus/Reader (no fontcest) - Reader and the horrorbros go apple picking. Ch 7: UF!Papyrus/Reader - Reader is a leaf collector! Ch 8: UF!Sans/Reader - Reader wants a selfie with the only other skeleton in the room. Ch 9: SF!Papyrus/Reader - Reader and the sf!bros tackle a corn maze. Ch 10: UT!Papyrus/Reader - Reader and UT!Papyrus watch terrible horror movies.

He Doesn't Bite (Sans/Reader) by ComicalFont (Teen And Up, Complete)

Monsters emerged from the Underground just a few short months ago! Since then, you've been a frequent blood donor, to contribute to monster science's new research for curing diseases. On your most recent trip, the head doctor thanks you for all the contributions you've made, and invites you to a steak dinner alongside some volunteers as a thank-you. While you're there, you meet a certain skeleton that winds up near and dear to your heart very quickly. The more you get to know him, though, the more something about his role at the blood bank seems... confusing. Written in honor of Spooky Month, and features art throughout the story by lennyclover on Tumblr!

Sad Sorry Mobster Party by Fivellion (Teen And Up, Complete)

It’s Halloween! You and your degenerate friends crash a private party and pick up a new pal.

[meloncholygal]

I officially have no friends except my boyfriend and my mom 🤍

[babiexmilk]

[great-tusk]

Ugh. I had a really bad day.

[bearofohu]

wild that they finally found mansion of the deathly mirror. when it comes to that lost media i was the equivalent of the first foolhardy researcher trying to unearth the ancient artifact only to get cartoonishly flattened by an anvil hanging above a door

[askbensolo]

So... Hows ur mom?

…Where do I start.

So…uh…as you know, I was…not very responsive last week. I had a couple of missed calls from Mom, which happens so often when I’m mentally well anyway, that I guess it just doesn’t worry her anymore.

But I called her back. And, since the last time we talked went really well—she basically agreed that she didn’t need to hound me as much, because she knew she could trust me to tell her if I’m ever in trouble—I was honest with her about…about my little sadboi week.

I haven’t had an episode like that in a long time. The last time I got that depressed was two years ago, in senior year of college, when I was facing graduation and didn’t know what I was doing next.

It was bad. It happened during midterm season, and I literally just failed all my midterms that semester. All of them. I showed up for one of them hungover (don’t drink when you’re depressed don’t drink when you’re depressed), showed up for the next with an active panic attack, and then when I saw how horrendously I did on both I stayed in bed the rest of the week and didn’t even show up to take the other three because I was convinced my life was just over at that point—

Which was so stupid of me, because this is my second time getting hired, and no one has ever asked me about my GPA, not even once—

But anyway—all that to say—ever since that time in college, I’ve had a great track record of, you know, not wanting my life to end.

So...I don’t know why it hit so hard last week. I think maybe it was just too much at once. Getting the flu and being bedridden and not being able to do anything I love, missing Fannie and not having any sentient contact for several days, thinking about my new job and my new roommate and my new relationship (situationship?) and thinking to myself—wow—I am winging it—I don’t know what the hell I’m doing—I’m not a real grown-up, I’m just three kids in a trenchcoat—

So anyway. I told Mom about getting depressed. And...she got really worried. And she asked tons of questions.

“Did you have anyone with you?”

“No, Poe delayed his move-in since I was sick.”

“Did you message anyone for help?”

“No. Mom, you know how it works—”

"Did you reach out to your therapist?"

"Mom, I'm not her client anymore—"

"Do you still have access to the university counseling services?"

"Why would I, I graduated—"

"Did you try to see your doctor?"

"For the flu, or for the depression? Because the doctor wouldn't have been able to treat either—anyway, no—"

“Were you eating?”

“Uh. No—”

“Were you suicidal?”

And I stopped and didn’t say anything for a second, because, well, it’s not really that simple; it’s not always a yes or no question—but a second’s hesitation was too long for Mom, I guess, and her eyes flew open, and she said, alarmed, frightened, in a voice like an approaching tempest, “Ben Organa Solo.”

“Mom,” I said, trying to stay calm, trying to keep her calm, “Mom, listen. I know it sounds scary. But you gotta understand that there’s, like, levels to it. I had thoughts, flying around in my brain, sure, but I was never going to do anything—”

“No,” she interrupted, as seriously as if I currently had a blaster in my hand. “No. No. No. You should have called me.”

“Mom. Mom. What am I gonna do, call you while you’re on the senate floor just because I’m sad—”

“If you’re suicidal? Yes. Or call Dad. Call emergency services. Call anyone.”

“Mom. I wasn’t going to do anything—”

“I’m not interested in taking the chance,” she told me solemnly, her eyes somehow boring into me through the hologram.

“So...you don’t trust me,” I said, frustrated. “You don’t trust me to not just do any damn thing that comes into my head. You don’t think I know how to sort my thoughts into things that belong in reality and things that don’t.”

“You’ve attempted before—”

Geez, not that little nugget!

“That was almost seven years ago!”

“You just told me you weren’t eating, Ben! That doesn’t sound like you were making choices to try to keep yourself in this galaxy—”

“Mom, first of all, I was sick, and second of all, if I was gonna kill myself, I’d sure as hell find a faster way to do it than starving to death!”

It was the wrong thing to say. She seemed to go pallid—I couldn’t see it in the hologram, but I could sense it in her energy.

“…Listen to me,” she said, her lips tight. “Ben. You can’t let this happen again.”

I stared at her. “Mom…do you think I got depressed on purpose?”

“I mean, if it happens, you can’t just keep it to yourself and not tell anyone,” she said anxiously. “And you can’t miss my calls anymore. I just thought you were busy with work—I had no idea—Ben, you cannot miss any more calls from me, do you understand? And I want to hear from you every day if possible. Just a short little message.”

“Mom! You want to me to text you every day? What am I, eighteen? You promised me you were gonna get off my back—”

“Well, you promised you were going to keep me in the loop, and you didn’t, so that little agreement is over now as far as I’m concerned. I’m not asking for a lot, Ben. I just need to know that you’re okay—”

“Well, it sure feels like a lot—”

“Do you still write your blog?” she cut in, all of sudden, catching me way off guard. And I wasn’t sure why she was asking, but it definitely had something to do with wanting to spy on me. Yeah, yeah, I know it's not really “spying” if my blog is up here for anyone to read—but even though I'm happy to let you, a perfect stranger (well, you guys are more like friends to me now), wade through all of my trauma and my mental issues and my (lack of?) sexuality and my first time falling in love at age twenty-three and tons and tons of embarrassing poetry, I think even a chronic oversharer like me has the right to not have his mom reading all of that—so, I found myself lying before I could even decide whether or not to tell the truth.

“No,” I said. “No, my blog was so dumb. Nobody blogs anymore. Everyone's on Twi'ktok now. I stopped being popular. I haven’t touched that thing since I was, like, nineteen or something.”

Oh my Force, I thought. I just lied to my mom. And what a stupid thing to lie about, too, ‘cause all she has to do is not believe me and look it up and then I’m toast—

But I don’t think she had any time to ponder my answer, because then another question came to her—

“When does your new lease start?”

Oh. Oh. Not this. She was trying to get me to move back home again.

“Mom, it already started,” I said. “On the first.”

“Maybe you could still get out of it—”

“And what, Mom? Leave Poe to pay two thousand credits a month on rent all by himself? I don’t even think he has a job right now, to be honest—”

“He could find a new roommate. Dad and I could help cover some of the cost—”

“Mom, no! This is ridiculous—” and I was going to explain why, but then her eyes flashed, and then The Question hit the ground, the mother of all questions—

“Ben. Ben. Did Snoke try to contact you?”

And I knew the answer to that immediately. It was “no.” Because it had to be “no.” Because “no” was my only option if I didn’t want my life to suddenly hard-redirect straight into a wall and to go to pieces. And I’d already lied about my blog anyway, so, telling something that wasn’t even fully a lie was easier.

Because...it wasn't a lie. The full answer was “No, I didn't see Snoke, I just had a dream about him,” but that would have caused my mother to go insane, so I was just, you know, giving her the abridged college notes version—

“No,” I said, sounding so sure of myself that I convinced whatever part of me wasn't already convinced. “No, Mom, he didn't reach out to me.”

And I guess I convinced her too, because she relaxed a little.

“Good,” she said, looking like she was taking her first deep breath in several minutes. “Good.”

But, hoo buddy, I did not feel good in that moment. There’s a lot I don’t tell my family—I still haven’t even told them about me and Fannie yet—but I try not to lie to them. Usually.

…I’m talking about the part where I lied about my blog. I didn’t lie about not seeing Snoke. Because having a fever dream about him doesn’t count as seeing him.

I agreed to text my mom every day. Or…try to. Which...I've been doing, but…it’s been super painful, for reasons I can't fully explain. And get this—Mom said she’s sending over Threepio this weekend. Indefinitely. She tried to play it off like, oh, Threepio’s been getting in my way recently, maybe you could use a protocol droid around, I’m sure he would enjoy Theed—no, Mom, no, I can see this for what it really is. You are sending the family protocol droid to babysit your adult son. Seriously?? My apartment isn’t that big. We’ve already got another droid rolling around and getting under our feet all the time. Throw in Threepio, who never shuts up, and maybe I really will kill myself—

Sorry, bad joke.

Yeah…I have half a mind to just shut Threepio down once he gets here, and leave him powered off in the closet. But the idea of having a dead protocol droid in the closet kinda freaks me out, so…probably not.

And all this, just because I dared to be honest with my mom about still dealing with depression sometimes. Yeesh. I know I shouldn’t be, but…I’m kinda glad I didn’t tell her about anything else.

I thought about asking Fan whether she thought it was ever okay to lie. Like, in a situation where you know that everything’s fine, and telling the full truth would just stress everyone out for no reason. Fannie always seems to know what’s right and wrong, when I find myself wondering a lot of the time.

But...I was pretty sure I knew what she'd say, so...I didn't ask. And, besides…things are still kinda rough between us right now.

We made up about me not replying—I apologized for dropping the ball and not thinking about how that would hurt her, and she apologized for getting angry at me right away instead of trying to understand what was going on with me—but—but—the latest development? She asked me if I thought she weighed too much.

Like, randomly. No context. No lead-in. No nothing.

What??

WHY????

She’s never seemed to care about that before. I said, uh, I don’t know, I think that’s kind of up to you, how much do you want to weigh? If you’re happy the way you are and your weight isn’t negatively impacting your quality of life, you’re fine? If you want to change, you can?? I don’t know why you’re asking me???

But this must have been some kind of mysterious trick question with some mysterious right answer, because then she dissolved into tears and now it’s a whole big thing and I’m starting to think girls just speak a different language sometimes where all of the words are Basic but they just mean something totally different from what I think they mean and I don’t know what they mean and I still think I like things better this way, at least I’m pretty sure I do, I definitely did when we were—ha—kinda making out on the couch or whatever you call that—but things were way easier when we were just friends and things are way harder now that we’re apart and sometimes—sometimes, I just don’t know what the heck is going on.