On September 8, 2006, I started this blog on an uneventful day, during an uneventful time in our lives. I started it because blogs were everywhere, there were many blogs that I enjoyed reading, & as a young stay-at-home Mom, with 4 children under 6, I needed a creative outlet that could lead to connections beyond the sticky floors of my house & the monotony of my day-to-day. I wasn’t sure if it would be a good fit, but I enjoyed it! For 8 years, I wrote pretty consistently, with only a few weeks missing here & there.
And then, as it often happens, I got busy with the trappings of life & writing took a back seat. My heart just wasn’t in it & my attention was diverted to others things.
The next thing I know, I’ve written 13 post in the last 9 years, with nothing published in the last 4. A lot of life has happened in those 9 years.
Samuel’s accident occurred, he learned to walk again & live with his medical complications, Nathaniel began to experience seizures that hadn’t been a problem since he was a baby, our 15 passenger caught on fire on it’s own while in our driveway, we had our 10th child (7th boy), we bought land, we built a house, I had my 3rd miscarriage, our eldest son got his drivers license, we had our 11 child (8th boy), there was a world wide pandemic, our eldest daughters opened a take-out pizza parlor built onto our house, our house was completely destroyed by fire, we had our 12th child (4th girl), we rebuilt our house, we reconsidered & reinvented our catering business, our eldest daughters don’t live with us anymore, our eldest son has gotten married, we took an amazing 16 person trip to Scotland, ….. and so much more of the day to day that was important at the time, but has since been forgotten.
Our lives are not any less busy or chaotic. Yet I have increasingly missed writing. I have missed putting my thoughts into words. And, I may not have started this blog with the noble idea of recording my children’s antics & silly sayings, I find myself regretting the loss of the day to day.
I have no idea if I will be along in reading this. I probably will be. Interestingly enough, the older I get, the more introvert I become (however, I doubt I will ever obtain the introvert level of my husband!).
So I’m okay with being alone.