I have a lot swirling around in my head today. Everyday. I think too much. This blog does not help that fact.
First order of business. Today is my husband’s 35 birthday. Happy Birthday to the best husband anyone can ask for. He is an amazing father too. Yes, we’ve been married almost 11 years, so that means we all have a real clear picture of marriage, raising a young family, and life in general together. But, at the end of the day, he is the person I want by my side. Always. He makes me laugh. And, he makes me cry. But, I love him and am so grateful that he was born so that I could spend this wild, crazy ride with him. With the birth of the 3rd kiddo, we grew closer in some ways. Call it love, or survival. Not sure which, but it seems like that we hang onto each other more than we ever have. Mostly because I think we are both terrified by the fact that we are outnumbered by children now. But, in all seriousness. He is a dang good man. I’m so happy to celebrate another birthday with him.
Second, I wanted to blog about our recent Byway. What is a byway you ask? (Ok, you probably didn’t) but I wanted to look up the definition anyway.
On our recent trip, we had a layover in Seattle. Neither of us had been there but we had a romantic idea of what it must be like. If you are from there, or have lived there, or have any input whatsoever, feel free. We imagine it as a place that has all the things we love: Green trees, rain, ocean, mountains not far away, big city, seasons. Maybe it’s not like that? But, we were excited anyway to get to land there and sneak a peek from the airplane window. Little did we know that we would get stuck there for 7 hours.
Now, normally, a word like byway would make me crazy. “Little known” and “track not following a main route” are phrases that instantly make me uneasy. I don’t do well with surprise, or spontaneity. This is a recent thing in the past couple of years. Since having kids. But, I wanted to share how I think some days, I can handle the anxiety really well.
When our flight had been cancelled, and all we had was a diaper bag, a broken stroller, and 3 kids, we decided to hop on the train from the airport and go into Seattle to see it. We had some friends that had recently just moved outside of Seattle and they wanted to meet up. Even if it was just for an hour. And, we did. I didn’t freak out, and I would have to say I was pretty easy going. Thank you very much. Here are a few pics from our off the main route adventure.
I can be easy going. Sometimes. I’m so glad we didn’t spend that whole time in the airport and we got out and did a little sight seeing, and saw some friends. So worth it.
Last, blogging. Hmmm. This has been consuming me lately. First, my last post before this one was my 500th post. 500! That’s a lot of writing. A lot of my thoughts. A lot of my feelings. A lot of my life as a mother. I started this when my oldest was 17 months old. November 19, 2007 was my first post. When I think about 500 posts, I feel so overwhelmed. This blog has been an outlet for me. At times it has felt like a chore. But, now, I feel like after 500 posts, I’ve found my niche. I know that I love this, and want to keep doing it forever. I feel like it is cathartic for me.
Now, I do have a sick need for validation in all things. Something else I’m working on. So, lately, switching to wordpress and getting followers and comments by complete strangers has been so intoxicating. I want more. Yet, then I look at another blog with something like 2000 followers, and I think, “What do I have to say that is so important?” But, people are reading it. Why? I think it’s because after 500 posts, I’ve finally decided to try and keep it real. I want to blog for myself, and not just to get comments. So, I have to slow myself down. Take deep breaths and not dream about blog posts. Because I read blog posts where I know they carefully crafted every word in their heads, and I feel it. I hope my blog doesn’t feel like that. I just want to be real. Honest. Truthful. Even if it is hard to write.
Recently, I wrote a blog post on Blogher that I was too afraid to write here. It got “featured” and that was the biggest validation of all. People know how I feel about something that is real. And personal. And, they feel that way too. That is what blogging is all about.
Happy Friday to any of you who are reading. I will keep writing for 500 more. I hope.