But it seems that on a daily basis, I have these random musings and I think to myself--I should write about that. People can relate. Then, maybe someday, a collection of these musings would make a great novel.
But right now, I can write my daily musings. And people can respond. And there can be some dialogue to the incessant thoughts that run through my brain.
Or maybe no one will read it.
Maybe I'll be throwing my words in the wind.
But just maybe, when I'm gone, my children will find it. And they'll be able to know just how much they inspired me. Inspired me to love. To take in the moments. To learn. To be wise.
And honestly, they'll also see how sometimes they drove me to madness. So much madness, that I had to write.
Because parenting is hard work. It is gut-wrenching, messy, and at times, thank-less.
But it is what God has called me to do in this life. And I plan to do it to the full. With some laughs and hopefully some insightful wisdom along the way.
So I'm picking this blogging thing back up. Let me know if I'm making sense, and if you love it. If you hate it, keep it to yourself--I don't need that negativity in my life.
Let's begin (again).
