Well, so much for staying committed. I have to admit that I totally forgot that I had even started to blog until a friend mentioned about me blogging. At first I thought she was mistaking me with someone else. Then I remembered that months ago I made a commitment to write about my journey with my kiddos, which sadly I did only twice. My only defense is I was preoccupied with mothering, and I had bloggers amnesia.
I really do want to blog. I do want this to be something that is more then once in a while, and by a while I mean more then once every six months. *Side note-that is more frequent then the times I get my haircut, but that's a whole other blog. As I said in my previous post, I want to write about who my kids are and how they are growing and living. Not only for myself, but for them. There is something to be said of remembering where we have been and how we have grown. The other night Sienna saw the journal that I keep for her and wanted to write in it and for me to read to her from it. Sadly, I have had journaling amnesia as well. It had been months since I had even put pen to paper on who my little girl is growing into. For some reason it really made me sad. As I thought about that I realized that it brought me sadness because so much has happened in her life over those months: She has finished kindergarten and started first grade-trying to fight back a sob in my throat, lost four more teeth and developed a lisp to go with it, traveled all down south, jumped in waves in the Atlantic, continued to not want to learn to ride her brand new lime green Huffy bike, announced to us who she is going to marry and clarified it by telling us that the boy does love God with all his heart and soul (we say the Shama before bed), finished the summer reading program through the library, earned a movie night (Madagascar 2) with chinese and icees for good behavior, taught me what grace looks like when dealing with Silas' fits and frustrations, and these are just a speck of who she is.
See why I might be sad. My girl is growing up, and WAY to fast. People tell you that when they are babies, but you don't really understand it until one day you wake up and they are as tall as you. Okay, so she isn't quite that tall, at the rate she is going though she will be there by next year. As much as it is sad, it is amazing to see your child grow from full dependency on you to becoming an independent individual. That is what it is about. Giving your child wings so that they can soar. There brings a bit of sadness, but more then that it brings pride. That all your prayers and hopes for that child turns into something beautiful. I know I am still at the beginning. Hopefully, she is more interested in flying then she is in riding a a brand new lime green Huffy bike!
I really do want to blog. I do want this to be something that is more then once in a while, and by a while I mean more then once every six months. *Side note-that is more frequent then the times I get my haircut, but that's a whole other blog. As I said in my previous post, I want to write about who my kids are and how they are growing and living. Not only for myself, but for them. There is something to be said of remembering where we have been and how we have grown. The other night Sienna saw the journal that I keep for her and wanted to write in it and for me to read to her from it. Sadly, I have had journaling amnesia as well. It had been months since I had even put pen to paper on who my little girl is growing into. For some reason it really made me sad. As I thought about that I realized that it brought me sadness because so much has happened in her life over those months: She has finished kindergarten and started first grade-trying to fight back a sob in my throat, lost four more teeth and developed a lisp to go with it, traveled all down south, jumped in waves in the Atlantic, continued to not want to learn to ride her brand new lime green Huffy bike, announced to us who she is going to marry and clarified it by telling us that the boy does love God with all his heart and soul (we say the Shama before bed), finished the summer reading program through the library, earned a movie night (Madagascar 2) with chinese and icees for good behavior, taught me what grace looks like when dealing with Silas' fits and frustrations, and these are just a speck of who she is.
See why I might be sad. My girl is growing up, and WAY to fast. People tell you that when they are babies, but you don't really understand it until one day you wake up and they are as tall as you. Okay, so she isn't quite that tall, at the rate she is going though she will be there by next year. As much as it is sad, it is amazing to see your child grow from full dependency on you to becoming an independent individual. That is what it is about. Giving your child wings so that they can soar. There brings a bit of sadness, but more then that it brings pride. That all your prayers and hopes for that child turns into something beautiful. I know I am still at the beginning. Hopefully, she is more interested in flying then she is in riding a a brand new lime green Huffy bike!
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