I used to think mommy blogs sounded pretty lame until I became a mom of two, and realized they’re the best things ever. When I read the blogs of other parents, I feel validated, encouraged, and interested. I mean, let’s face it: this parenting thing is pretty all consuming. I could talk about it all day, in search of that epiphany, or just fellowship. Parents really do need each other.
Also, my kids do some pretty hilarious, crazy-making, oddball things that must be captured.
So I am super excited about those things: the parenting community, and humor.
But I’m also here out of a simple need to create something tangible. Something that lasts longer than a clean kitchen – which lasts maybe 30 seconds in my house. As much as Fiona and Jack are a huge part of what makes my life complete, they shouldn’t (can’t) be my only source of personal fulfillment. Even as I am consumed by their needs and my love for them, I long for more.
I write here because writing is the first thing that comes to mind when I try to fill that void. I wrote fiction before the kids, and I miss it so much.
I don’t know how this writing will go, as a (busy, tired, overwhelmed, etc., etc…) mother, so I will begin where I’m at, in my current life.
And along the way I will try to dig out the joy underneath the mundane.