And so I bow to the social pressures of having a blog.
I'm just a mom, I have the kids, I go back and forth to school, I take pictures sometimes; and here I feel the need to document all the comings and goings of our ordinary life. Lest my kids grow up and ask where their family blog is? "All my friends' moms have blogs from the day they were in the womb- how come we don't have a family blog??" Lest I be accused of child neglect, I best just write the blog to document the ordinary life.
I'm just a mom, I have the kids, I go back and forth to school, I take pictures sometimes; and here I feel the need to document all the comings and goings of our ordinary life. Lest my kids grow up and ask where their family blog is? "All my friends' moms have blogs from the day they were in the womb- how come we don't have a family blog??" Lest I be accused of child neglect, I best just write the blog to document the ordinary life.
As it is, I'm probably way late in the game as usual. Ethan is already 71/2; I should have already filled about 8 photo scrapbook albums documenting his existence, but I haven't. I'll probably hear about that later too.
Am I sounding bitter? Annoyed? Put out? Maybe a little. Sometimes I feel worn down enough by the drudgeries of life that having "one more thing" on my (ordinary) motherly plate is a chore.
But I'm also sad at how fast the little kiddos grow up and how fast the time is gone. If I can take a few minutes every once and a while to put it down, those comings and goings, maybe I can stop time for a little while so that I might go back and visit. So that the kids can go back and visit.
I figure worst is that I'll give it a whirl and if I can't keep up, well then, that's what our memories are for, right? I can't say I never tried. Maybe it'll work out after all. Maybe I'll get into this weblog thing. Maybe.
Am I sounding bitter? Annoyed? Put out? Maybe a little. Sometimes I feel worn down enough by the drudgeries of life that having "one more thing" on my (ordinary) motherly plate is a chore.
But I'm also sad at how fast the little kiddos grow up and how fast the time is gone. If I can take a few minutes every once and a while to put it down, those comings and goings, maybe I can stop time for a little while so that I might go back and visit. So that the kids can go back and visit.
I figure worst is that I'll give it a whirl and if I can't keep up, well then, that's what our memories are for, right? I can't say I never tried. Maybe it'll work out after all. Maybe I'll get into this weblog thing. Maybe.
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