Sometimes I feel as though I am the last person I know who keeps a blog. I know it’s unfashionable to do so anymore (to be replaced, understandably, by much quicker forms of storytelling, such as Instagram and Snapchat—both of which I am a user and fan), I still believe in its value; but I also just as often find myself wondering how much longer will this space still be here for me? Will my motherhood muse let me continue to tell her stories? Will I later regret my moments of vulnerability and my lack of control over who and when can peek into my little window?
I guess when I contemplate these things at length (like the ~three minutes a day I get in the shower), I still feel it’s valuable for me to do so, both as a way to relate stories to my family and faithful followers, a catalogue of easily accessible memories for my girls to access one day, and also as a way to stretch my writing muscles and keep them from atrophy. So here I (still) am, and plan to stay for a while, despite my silence as of late.
Speaking of which, it has been too long since my last update; I intended to share Sibby’s birth story nearly a month ago but we’ve had quite the series of events that interrupted it. And now I am just sitting down to write after an absence of nearly as long. My writing, due to some of these events, has been regulated to snatches of time caught around nap and bedtime when I’m not rocking or feeding a baby. And now that I no longer have a huge belly to hinder me, I’m also anxious to get back to sewing. So that is also competing for my creative time that seems to find me far less these days, but is always welcomed with open arms and dismissed with a satisfied sigh.
Honestly, today has probably been the first “normal” day I’ve had with my trio since bringing Sibby home six weeks ago. N’s summer came to a quick close and not having him around, I often feel like I am barely keeping my head above water; but I AM keeping my head above water and starting to feel some of the benefits of treading by myself. A rhythm is starting to form and I’m giving myself a lot of grace as I navigate this minute, but very important season.
All that to say, settle in for some stories to come, all of which the microwave forms of social media cannot touch,