Many don’t get it, nor understand it. I’ve gotten looks, questions, concern. I’ve even been reprimanded. This whole world of blogging just doesn’t make sense to many in my life. Why I’d want to put myself out there like that, or why I’m as open as I am, is a puzzle to many. Normally, I just smile and nod my head, unsure of what to say or what it is they want to hear. But here’s the deal…
I have always been an open book; rarely does anyone wonder what I’m thinking, why I’m thinking it, or if they do, all they have to do is ask me and I’ll tell them. But more often than not, I wear my thoughts and emotions on my face. So it’s nothing to me to put myself out there on the World Wide Web; it’s become an extension of who I am. As the kids grow and become older and start wanting to keep more things private, I’ll have to revisit that philosophy. But in the meantime, theirs and my life are an open book. And know that nothing is ever posted without the approval of my husband, or anyone else that I may write about on here.
I’ll be celebrating four years of blogging in the fall. It’s amazing to me that I’ve stuck with something that long. I can’t tell you how many journals sit in my drawer with the first few entries completed and the rest sit blank. I have an absolute blast revisiting past blog entries and I’m amazed at how things have changed, in such a short time!
But I think one of the greatest gifts I’ve been given through blogging is the community of women (Christian and non-Christian) that I’ve met. Some I’ve gotten incredibly close to, some have stayed for a season, some I chat with via email or Facebook, and one in particular has become very special to me.
I’m not sure who found whom first, or who reached out first, but when Amy and I found ourselves expecting #2 within weeks of each other, a connection was formed. We started out by leaving comments on each other’s blogs, which then turned into emails, which turned into cards and baby gifts, which turned into phone calls. Oh, those calls were a saving grace. We laughed, we cried, we offered support, it was our own private therapy sessions.
And then Amy broached the idea of meeting in person and both husbands were a little leery, wondering what had overcome their normally sensible wives. Who does that? Who meets a friend they met over the internet?! But both gave in and Amy’s family flew out for a vacation in the Colorado mountains/meet-in-person trip. I dealt with a ton of nerves, wondering if I was going to live up to any expectations that might exist, fearing I may not be as likable in person. But all the worry was for nothing. Amy and I clicked, our children played together famously (I still love thinking about Parker and Devyn racing each other down a walkway, or jumping off the fireplace together), and even our husbands bonded over a brewery tour one day.
And yet, somehow, in the midst of living life, finishing a basement, and having a third (me, not Amy), we have still managed to stay good friends. So much so that she’s arriving on Saturday for a quick 4-day trip and I’m almost giddy at thought of getting some one-on-one time with her! We don’t have any definitive plans aside from dinner with my family (who are all incredibly anxious to meet her) and a coffee date with Sarah. Hopefully, it’ll be a relaxing, restorative time for her. Personally, I just can’t wait to squeeze her neck! And yes, I definitely owe a trip to her home state soon, it’s only fair!
This friendship is just one of the many reasons I blog…