This weekend we took a trip to the pumpkin patch. A bit earlier than usual, but Michael will be gone over two weekends in October, so we wanted to honor our tradition before he left. Last year Calvin was just a little pumpkin himself, crawling amongst the gourds and eating hay. And the year before, my belly was as big as a pumpkin, since he was born just a week after Halloween. Time passes so quickly…I know, it’s such a cliché, but one that just rings ever-so true as a parent who is watching our children grow right in front of my eyes. It’s so amazing and such an honor to be their mama.
As I sat down to write this afternoon about our weekend, I was reminded by my blog host, WordPress, that I was writing an entry for the 100th time. I felt a bit shocked by that number…have I really written 100 blog posts already? I feel like I started on this journey just yesterday. I sat with that knowledge for the rest of the day and thought about how this blog space has evolved since I began writing it back in January. It has changed my perspective on so many things; it motivates me creatively and continues to be such a rewarding work in progress. I can’t say that I really understand “blogging” yet and all that it entails as a way of marketing or reaching a targeted audience…whatever that means. I’m horrible at linking up with other blogs or driving “traffic” to my own blog, I have no idea how to advertise a product…but at least I know my limitations and I’m OK with that.
What I love about writing a blog is the reason why I wanted to start it in the first place…to journal my life as a mother. I’ve always written in a journal since I was a little girl, (and I still have all of those precious diaries stored in a box in my studio.) I wrote throughout highschool and college and while traveling and living abroad in my twenties. During my thirties, my journaling seemed to wane quite a bit, although my sketchbooks became journals, filled with both drawings and words. While I was pregnant with Levi, I wrote in a special journal addressing the entries to my unborn child (we didn’t know he was a boy), telling him all about what it felt like to carry him inside of me and how grateful I was for his impending arrival. I tried to be as diligent with Calvin’s journal, but I was a lot more preoccupied (and tired!) during my second pregnancy and his ended up being a bit condensed, shall we say. Now I find myself in the most important role of my life, as a wife and mother, and I want to remember these days and months and all of the little moments in between. Having this blog keeps my eyes open to all of the wonder and magic of my boys’ childhood, because as we’re experiencing it together, I am documenting it through images and words.And then there is the inspirational aspect to writing a blog. There are so many other bloggers who inspire me and whether I know them personally or not, they give me so much motivation to try different things…in the kitchen, around the house, exploring new activities with the kids, parenting tips and more! It’s a wonderful connection to have in my life, one that keeps me thinking in dynamic ways. I also feel like this blog is my own personal “creative coach”. By making work (whether crocheting or sewing or printing) and putting it out there for all to see, I am rewarded by the comments from others which in turn gently keeps pushing me forward to make more work. This isn’t my job, I’m not doing it for anyone else besides myself, but I think we all need motivation from time to time to keep us on our toes and heading in the right direction.
So, thank you…to those who follow this little blog, for helping me stay connected and inspired and looking forward. And to Michael, who gives up a few nights a week after the boys are in bed of “together time”, so that I can sit down and write or upload and edit photos. It was difficult for us in the beginning, but I know that he appreciates what I am doing and that means more to me than anything else.
I truly enjoy this form of journaling and I’m happy to be sharing it with you.