My posts are so few and far between, one might imagine that I don't like blogging or that I don't have much to say. That is actually far from being the truth. There is actually too much to say. My distracted, yet perfectionist, self wants desperately to record our life with beautiful, well thought out posts. Posts that truly capture who we are. I want to do it well.
But I have nine children. (And, yes, the 19 year old Marine still has his share of my time and attention.) I homeschool. I gladly have spent the last sixteen years pregnant and/or nursing. My arms are, thankfully, rarely empty for long. Always a bit tired, and usually quite distractable, when I sit down to a keyboard my mind is so full of ideas and to-do lists that I am lucky to form a coherent sentence. Evenings are for husband and older kids and finishing up chores. I am so not a morning person.
So, I do not write. Months go by. I compose profound posts while standing in the shower which are gone by the time I find some quiet. I take mental notes of those memorable days and priceless moments, just sure I will remember to write them down someday. But someday keeps getting pushed back and then it seems almost impossible to pick up where I left off.
Today is the beginning of a new month. The heat tells us we are already into another humid, Virginia summer. While I am not very good at following through with resolutions, I have made one for the summer that I am going to try my hardest to follow. Using the new (is it new? I wouldn't even know!) quick post feature on Typepad, I am going to post something, anything, every day. I am going to record this summer, this baby, this life, every day. Not worrying about clever phrases or eloquent descriptions, not even (gasp) proper grammar perhaps, I will post every day.
Because I want to remember the hour we spent trying to herd our 20 chicks back into the chicken coop from which they escaped, and the walk to get the paper with Teresa yesterday when we found the poor little mouse that had been run over, and her interest in looking at the body as I tried to hurry by. I want to remember the profound as well as the little seemingly ordinary things that pass so quickly as the children grow.
I don't know if anyone is still hanging around, but I am doing this for me and my family. I will not worry if I am boring or uninspiring. The best I can offer is that I am real and glad to share what I learn along the way.
Here's to a summer of memories!
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I’m still here and you are definitely not boring, but very inspiring. I only wish we lived closer.
I’m still here and you are definitely not boring, but very inspiring. I only wish we lived closer.
I’m here, and very excited to read about your summer Molly. ♥
I’m here, and very excited to read about your summer Molly. ♥
sorry, That was me above, not Abby…
sorry, That was me above, not Abby…
I am here as well, Molly, and waiting to read about your summer!
I am here as well, Molly, and waiting to read about your summer!
Looking forward to it Molly!
Looking forward to it Molly!
Hi Molly, I think that’s a great idea. You will have all those little memories to look back on. It’s amazing how easy it is to forget all the details — the baby years go by so fast!
Hi Molly, I think that’s a great idea. You will have all those little memories to look back on. It’s amazing how easy it is to forget all the details — the baby years go by so fast!