Well, I still have plenty to say. These days, though, it is usually directions to my kids to do something, or about my kids' plans, or being proud of who my kids are. And I am proud of who they are. I am usually proud of myself as a mom, too. But am I proud of who I am? I am a wife, and a mother, and a teacher, and a friend, and a sister, and a daughter...and on and on. We all wear different hats all throughout our lives; I get that. But we have to be more than just a hat. What happened to the person wearing those hats?
I have a blog that I started years ago after being prompted by my grandmother. She lives states away, and she wanted to keep up with her great-grandkids, and my cousin had one, so couldn't I make one, too? So I did. I posted periodically, but after getting on Facebook, well, my blogs on the kids seemed a bit redundant. If there is one thing I can't be is redundant - I have no time for that.
When my children started school, I encouraged them to create blogs, too. My oldest child's kindergarten teacher encouraged typing to develop writing skills, so we ran with it. Extended family got to read about favorite books, or fun field trips, or whatever through their eyes.
I had a few friends nag me about updating my family blog, but I didn't have anything to say. When did that happen? In my younger years, one thing anyone who met me knew was that I had plenty to say. I was the girl with the mouth...and opinions. Oy, the opinions of arrogant youth.
I'd like to think that I have gained wisdom with age. I have certainly gained patience. I've gained things I honestly never thought I would have. And I love my life. Sometimes, though, it feels like I love the things around me, because my life has become the things around me. My life should be me.
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