I haven't really thought this whole blog idea through. In the past years, I spent time doing a bit of writing for a friend's zine & I contemplated writing/publishing my own, but I just never worked up the energy. With the move, I thought it would be a perfect starting point to get more writing going, but the transition was a lot tougher than I expected & as time rolled on, it always seemed like I've always had one more thing to deal with. Writing was not that thing. However, I really enjoyed reading a few other blogs, often ones that focused on parenting but included other life musings along the way.
When I started this blog last weekend, I decided just to start writing. I had been composing some essays in my head & yearned for an outlet to get them out. When I sent the link to one of my sisters, she wrote back: Hey, I read the blog... good stuff. What do you do with it? I've never understood blogs. I can't say I know how to answer that question. I've shared news of my blog with a total of perhaps nine people. Yes, I would like folks to read my writing but don't currently have great dreams for what I want for it nor can I really answer what purpose I want my blog to serve. I'll just write what strikes me & go from there & see how it unfolds. I suspect I will focus quite a bit on parenting stories given that as a stay-at-home parent this year, this is what I know.
However, there are times when I read & see things that inspire me or make me think, & I immediately want to get it out to my friends & start some sort of discussion. It must be the teacher-learner in me. This morning, is one of those times. If you are so moved, check out this link from Sundays's New York Times, an article & an video, that feature incredibly inspiring mamas:
Holding On to Hope:
Make sure you also click on to the video on that same page called A Mother's Love
So THANK YOU, Mary Tallouzi, for being such an inspiring mama. I hope in my ugly or sorrowful parenting moments, I can stop, take a breath & think of you & your son Daniel-- and remember that yes, my hands are full.