Haven't been writing here much. Are blogs dead? I don't care if they are. I still enjoy this medium.
I have things to say. Lots. But I'm realized what I have been writing is more my children's stories than the story of me. They should get to tell their own stories. I play the part of "Mom", but they are people making their own stories now. I remember being 3 and 5 and 9 ... maybe not three so much. Three is very naughty ...
Anyway, it's not my place to record and display their lives publicly. They are a giant piece of my life story, but I tend to dwell on the high and lows and notice what is important to me. I don't want to super-impose my perceptions of them upon who they really are.
Off to Costco. Kids are hungry every few hours.
I hope I blog more.
