March 27, 2019

hello, blogging (my old friend)...

It's sometimes hard to imagine a time when I was able to sit down and write whenever inspiration struck. That I was ever able to put all my thoughts down almost as soon as they appeared, or that so many of my experiences (both big and small) were ever recorded someplace this public. (Granted, the internet really did seem much smaller a decade ago.)

These days, I'm knee-deep in raising my three girls. Which means that life is a never-ending stream of art projects, library books, make-believe, dirty dishes, breaking up arguments, Costco hauls, homeschooling podcasts, and counting down the minutes most afternoons until I hear the garage door open and I know Jay is home from a long day at work. There are hard days, but there are oh, so many more good ones.

Someday I'll write more about Verity's first year, and how it was hands-down the most difficult year I've ever experienced as a mom. I'm only writing here today because I've started to feel like myself for the first time in many months, and all of a sudden it seems possible to reclaim some things that used to make me so happy.

Someday I'll actually write Verity's birth story, so she doesn't someday wonder why her mom wrote exceptionally long, detailed recollections of her two older sisters' births and the only thing she got was an Instagram caption. (But, to be fair, she has approximately 6,000 incredibly charming iPhone photos of her first year of life.)

Someday I'll jot down some thoughts on our current homeschooling year, and how it has been absolutely the best one yet. I didn't even encounter the February burn-out that is rather common among us homeschool mamas. Can I get a hallelujah?

Someday I'll share some big thoughts about marriage, about how I'm still getting to know the person I married thirteen years ago, about the wild ups and downs of living life with the man I chose—the man I was given.

Someday I'll take the time to record all that I've gone through for the last few years, and how entering my mid-thirties is quite possibly my favorite. I'm so much more kind to myself. I see the privilege of gray hairs, wrinkles, a soft stomach, messy emotions, messy floors, messy relationships.

So, yes, I'm still here. And I'd like to reclaim this space now that I feel like I have my head (mostly) on my shoulders once again.

And how have you been?

5 comments :

  1. Hello! That was a pleasant surprise in my reader this morning... I was hoping for you to come back here someday! I realize though that it's been a busy season of life for you.
    Glad to hear you're reclaiming a bit of time for yourself... (from what I can tell - from IG - which isn't much, but... - you seem to be doing a great job!

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  2. So glad to see you blogging again!

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  3. I love when your posts pop up in my feedly reader. I can relate to so much of what you write in this post - especially the idea of someday. Someday there will be time to write and think, but for now I'm just trying to get by day to day being a mother, a wife, and myself. Your line of the ups and downs of marriage, and living life with the man you chose - that resonates with me. It's not easy, but good things aren't always easy.

    Thanks for writing again. You're doing a great job. :)

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  4. So happy to hear from you! Still here for whatever and whenever you're able to write and share.

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  5. Love reading your blogs...being a busy mom myself to two kiddos, can always relate!!

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