Irked & Unknown

I have a cyber request. That is, 'For the Love of Mother' has been taken by another blogger and, while this is totally irksome, it is not unexpected. Who are you, I would like to know, and can I have your (my) title? 'For the Love of Mothers' is a yucky second choice and I will have to settle, but if you're out there and would like to trade with me, I'm in. You see, this blog is about one mother - not yours or anyone else's - and that mother is mine. I want to be found in this other world by the right title and that title must not be plural! Ergo, my title-snatching mystery blogger, I need your title.

Think about that irksome 's' at the end of 'Mother' and you'll get my point. Syntactically, that 's' directly implies (can implication be direct?) that this blogger's intent is to write about motherhood. And sure, I have thought about just that. You know, writing meaningful stuff about mothers and all that they do for us; searching essays and poetry and one-liners about mothers for reflection; even hiding out for a year - to hunker down and write about mothers - just to see what might come of the exercise. But all I really want is to exorcise (think mind-weeding) some psychic debris and satisfy a secret curiosity (Can I write?).

Indeed, this blog began because of one mother and, as it sits, my title misrepresents my purpose. 'For the Love of Mothers' is off colour, I fear, and rings a little sharp. Hence, I need your title, my cyber-partner in 'For the Love of Mother' blogging. For now, I know I must limp along with my 's', but maybe some day in this weird world of anonymous cyber networking, you will find me and I can have my swap. To be true, I have not yet found you and may one day discover that your are long gone from this alternate universe; that your efforts to blog have long been abandoned; that the original 'For the Love of Mother' blog is dead and my title forever taken. After all, this blogosphere is rife with the detritus (a.k.a. krippy-krap) of dead projects and half-assed attempts at putting-IT-out-there. It occurs to me that I may never get my title; it also occurs to me that I, too, may never be found.

As far as I can tell, I may never gain followers in this mission. The only person to view me so far is myself - and one other anonymous blogger (who had specific instructions to find me - right here). After some effort and dialogue, I was found and followed. Once. Actually, this fellow-blogger is not unkown to me in my human world, and little effort was taken to click in to their cyberspace. But that's because I knew where to look - knew enough about the human behind the posts to search for and I.D. the writer. Come to think of it, I like knowing the writer behind the blog. I like having contact with the real person - the one who might also be a follower of my words. There is comfort in knowing I am not alone, not the only hopeful cyber-scriber awaiting my first real follower (the rest will follow the first, right?).

Therefore, 'For the Love of Mother' #1, I forgive you if you never turn up. I know it's hard to get noticed in these here parts, and I understand the attachment one can have to a name or a title. With some regret, I may even concede my (your) title and accept my 's'. One letter, I recognize, may not be the difference in this blog being discovered. As it turns out, I am quickly discovering that blogging days are slogging days and, if you are still out there blogging your stuff #1, good luck and Blog On! Writing is not for sissies and we are all alone in this crowded cyber-room. Can anyone out there help me find some followers?