The First Time

I’ve toyed with the idea of writing a blog for some time now.  I’ve debated whether I’d have enough to say on a daily basis.  I’ve questioned whether anyone would really read it.  I’ve asked if it’s too self-involved.  

Some people write for the experience of writing, while some are trying to chronicle the minutiae of their family lives.  As I sat and tried to contemplate what my reason was behind writing a blog, a few things came to mind. 

Yes, I did want to leave something behind for my children.  However, it was not a desire to chronicle every trip to the zoo or craft project that I lovingly thought out for them to do.  I wanted them to see what my personal thoughts were as I was mothering them. 

I am also looking for some clarity for myself.  We get so wrapped up in the millions of things we need to do on a daily basis regarding our children.  The trips to the doctor, soccer practices, piano lessons, meals, girl scouts, laundry.  Sometimes, it’s the stepping back.  The taking down of the mirrors.  The twist of the kaleidoscope to try and adjust.  I want to see the colors clearly, individually, and not just the image as a whole.  To be able to garner the recognition of the thoughts and feelings that goes into the actions of our daily lives.

I’m hoping to recognize that, for me, the love I feel for my children and my spouse, is the guide for everything I do.  Happy blogging!