Friends, can I just take a quick moment to thank you? When I started this blog three years ago, I did it for two reasons:
1. I was doing a crappy job of documenting my children’s milestones, and wanted something to hold me accountable, and
2. I loved to write, and wanted to do more of it, and hoped for something that, again, would hold me accountable.
I did not know if other people would read this–to tell you the truth, I was frightened that anyone else would read it, because you know as well as I do that tiny little bits of my heart are basically getting thrown out out into the wilds every time I hit “Publish” and a new post goes up. And as someone who likes to keep her wilds covered up, thankyouverymuch, I wasn’t so sure. But I did it. And I loved it. And here you are, reading it.
So, thank you. Thank you for following my stories, for commenting, for mentioning something when I run into you at the store, for emailing me out of the blue like we’re friends even though we live in different countries. Thank you for telling me when you know exactly what I meant, that you thought the same thing. Thank you, from the absolute bottom of my heart–the pieces that haven’t been flung all over InternetLand, anyway–for cheering me on with my writing, and this first book (that I’m still, still revising), and, just…thank you. I write these posts as if I’m sending an email to a friend–venting, thinking, asking questions–which is how I qualify the sheer number of typos in this thing. The fact that there are people who want to actually read those grammatically incorrect sentences? Well. That’s just an awesome feeling. And what’s neat about a blog–discovering one, following one, sharing one–is the realization that, yes, we’re all in this together (who wants to sing “Kumbaya” with me?). That fact means just as much to me as knowing that one day, many years from now, I’m going to be able to look at this, be reminded of my children’s early years, and remember all the highs and lows that come with creating a family.
(Not to mention the treasure trove I’ll have of photos of the backs of my kids’ heads.)
Because we’re all in this together. You know why I feel like I fail sometimes. You remember how wonderful it felt to watch your child’s first steps. You understand that I know what’s it’s like to have spit-up on a shirt you’ve been wearing for three days, and that even though you’re going nutso from your kids being home for winter break, your heart seizes up at the idea of them going back to school. We’re all doing the juggling act.
Thank you sharing in mine.