I love a mom blog. My Google search is heavy with "what to do when" and "how to" searches. I love some homemade play dough recipes as much as the next mama. But my mind gets cluttered from all the advice. All the rigmarole of being a mom. All the pressure. One of my friends is about to have her first baby and I was listening to all the advice veteran moms were passing on to her (all of which was good and true), I thought: none of that is what matters most. It is all clutter. What matters most is that none of the clutter matters. Before I became a mom, I thought a lot about what kind of mom I was going to be: crafty? organic? Cloth diaper, au naturel? stay-at-home? work a lot? Low key? Kick ass? None of the labels mattered. All clutter. When I had my first baby, three years ago, my Googling fingers were almost as raw as my boobs: What to do when baby rolls over in sleep and won't sleep anymore! What to do when you have too much milk squirting on baby How