Sometimes I think about all of the things that I want to write about, and realize there are already ten people who've tackled the subject, and probably done it far more justice than I would. After a while I started wondering why I have a blog at all. Is my voice so important to add to the cacophony of the internet?
To be honest, it's not. But I still want to be here. I want to write about what interests me, what's happening with my family, and my adventures in Motherhood. Because I know that someone will get it.
Someone will understand the frustrations of watching children struggle with things that should be easier, or hoping that you're handling the little crises of childhood in a way that will encourage them to have a strong sense of self as they get older. Someone will get how crazy it is to realize that you're getting older when it feels like you were just in High School a few years ago. And someone will see that there is magic in the mundane. As for me, I have an outlet for my family stories, personal thoughts, and changing mind. Sometimes it feels like the kids and I are growing up together. Maybe, in a way, we are.
