Families are not meant to be perfect. Some days they aren’t even functional. And being in charge of little people, raising them well, hoping you instill the values that make them productive members of society is just about enough to make my head pop off. So through the evening homework arguments (I know nothing, I tell you! Just ask my son.), celebrations, sports practices, cooking disasters, long work days, did I mention arguments? Somehow, we muddle our way through. Somehow, we get to the other side. And in the blink of an eye moments become memories.
Well, here we go. My first attempt at blogging. This is foreign territory for this little Indiana girl. By foreign I mean I have no idea what I’m doing. (Insert wide-eyed emoji here). And by little girl, I’m actually a 32 year old school teacher with kids of my own. Age is just a number, right? Anyway, it’s summer break and I have dreams. Big dreams. I started putting my life on hold about 8 years ago when my first born came along. Now that he’s heading in to 2nd grade and little sister is approaching 4, I feel like I’m getting remnants of my own identity back. You feel me out there, moms? Don’t get me wrong. I love my kids wholeheartedly and would do it all over again.
Anyway, so now that I’ve opened Pandora’s box, what do I talk about? I don’t know the first thing about blogging. Everything I’ve read says to be specific and write about certain interests. My first thought is “Why??!!”. I’m an eclectic soul! I have at least half a dozen things I’d like to talk about. Why stick to just one? I’m thinking of taking the “watched pot never boils” approach. I’m not going to put too much stock into this and just plan on enjoying the ride. Therapy. And Lord, I need that!
Anyway, it sure is nice to start thinking about ME again. If only for a few minutes of the day, in between football practices and nap times. I’m still here. Still me. And SO ready for a creative outlet of my own. Cheers! To new blogs and beginnings!