The Reasons I Blog

I am not a huge journal keeper, or rather, I'm not a journal keeper at all.
I wish I was.
There are so many moments that I have long since forgotten or wish I could remember more clearly,
that I never took the time to write down.

Growing up, my mom would frequently tell me, "Make sure you write that down in your journal."
I wish I had listened to these simple words of advice,
along with many other pieces advice that she shared with me throughout the years.

I find it is easier, and more enjoyable, for me to type out my thoughts.
This removes the hand cramping,
the pens running out of ink,
the failed attempts to perfect my handwriting,
and the needed storage space to keep the filled journals.

Also, with blogs, I can include pictures of the stories, thoughts, and feelings that I am writing about.
Since I'm not a scrapbooker either, blogging is a great middle ground for me.

Not only would I like to document the events in my life that I'm scared I will someday forget,
but I would like to create something for my kids (and even my future grandkids) to read someday.
I want them to know some of the thoughts that ran through my head when I was able to hold them for the very first time,
the smile I got the day they first said the word "Mommy" (I can't wait for this),
and some of my favorite things about them
(like the way Brody's face gets all scrunchy when he is in the process of waking up in the morning).
And if for some reason I'm not around to tell them someday, I want them to know how much I loved them.
And how much I loved their Daddy.

Living far away from my family makes it hard,
especially after having Brody.
This blog is also a way to share pictures, videos, and descriptions of our day to day events to these loved ones.
It makes the distance feel that much shorter.

I love to write,
which is another reason I enjoy blogging.
Being nearly graduated from college (in July), I am nervous I won't have many opportunities to write.
Plus, it is one hundred times more enjoyable to write about what I want,
instead of writing about given prompts for various professors who may or may not read what I've worked for hours on.
(This is one pet-peeve I have about teachers assigning papers to classes of 50 plus students.
How could they possibly have the time to grade all those?)

I have more time to write now
(mostly during Brody's feeding times),
and I have more to write about now (my adorable Little Bee).
I want a place that I feel comfortable to share my
thoughts,
fears,
and inspirations.
I want to know that I am not alone in many of my daily struggles.
The more blogs I read, the more this is apparent to me.
I would like to give others that same comfort-
that they aren't alone,
that I too have bad days,
and that I too make many of the same mistakes that they do.

Wyoming Trip, 2010: My sister, Chloe, and I