Something old, something new
I’m trying something this year. It’s not exactly new but in a way it is. I started blogging when I was first married. I had moved away from all my family and friends and had a husband working his way through seminary which left him with not much free time. Which meant I had loads of it. Time, that is. Twenty years and five kids later I realize what a gift that was, but I was too naïve to really appreciate it. I blogged faithfully throughout the birth and toddlerhood of all my children, the loss of three babies in the womb and the deaths of both my parents. I lived a lot of life on that page. It was cathartic for a lot of things. But then as my kids and life grew, I stepped away. Not intentionally or immediately. I just gradually faded. And I’m totally good with that. But over the past few years I’ve felt a push, kind of a nagging or gnawing to begin again. Not blogging necessarily but something. Motherhood and wifehood (is that even a word?) are beautiful and hard and demanding and...