Sounds like a form of mideveil torture or a type of cock fight. I’ve always hated (no, that’s not a word I encourage my 3 year old to use – see below reference) the first page of a journal. Too much pressure to find the right words to kick off an entire segment of ones life. And well, this post feels like that times a million.
I created this blog to satisfy my own need to 1) be actually doing something seemingly productive while I waste away time in front of my computer, as my 18 month old tries to pry my fingers off the keyboard and 2) as an outlet to use words that I’m trying desperately to dissolve from my current vocabulary due to a 3 year old parrot-child I live with. And I suppose I should also add in a 3), for which my husband will be proud as my lists generally end at 2 or B… 3) to document/chronicle our life adventures.
Perhaps reason #0 (the first, most important) should be my desire to dish out my greatest challenge in life; reconciling how to be me AND a mom. How even though sometimes I want to get in the car and drive until I’m safely in Mexico, that I love these beings with every drop of blood in me and in reality, can’t stand to be away for more than a few hours (or days, who am I kidding). How to find the sacred balance of self fulfillment and raising awesomely well-adjusted children.
So, let’s take a ride. See where my personal journey will take our family adventures and where our family adventures will take my personal journey. Because, after all, the two are now inextricably linked.