I love writing, but until I began blogging, I would never have considered myself a "writer." I kept diaries, wrote poetry and stories, but those were all just for me. To put my thoughts out there and send my ideas out into the universe was scary and created fears of rejection. I didn't tell people I was a writer. I kept my ideas to myself.
I fell in love with husband when I was twenty and living in Boston, but the timing wasn't right. He moved to San Diego. I lived in Connecticut. Four years went by before we reconnected and I packed up my Jetta and moved cross-country (not for him, I asserted. For myself). We lived and loved in California, but then decided to move back to New England, to Vermont of all places, to raise a family. And now I am a city mouse, living in the country, writing to keep the rust off what used to be a pretty useful brain.
When I had kids (Jax, two and a half and Em, 10 months), suddenly it became okay to write, as long as it was about them. I accumulated so many new titles. I was already a teacher but now I was a mother, a blogger, a documenter, a photographer, and finally, a writer. Every day, shaking the cobwebs off, trying to create a day for my kids that more substance than fluff, more learning than lounging. Two beautiful babies who make the fact that we live in the middle of nowhere exciting because I have to make something of each day, instead of having it hand-delivered. We have acres and acres to explore and I am lucky enough to stay home. I get to take photos and edit them and write. I get to be home with my babies and teach them instead of teaching other people's kids and wondering how my children's early education is going. So although I complain that we live in rural Vermont, I try to make the best out of what really is a great situation.
My blog, like myself, has grown and transformed since Jax has been born, and exponentially since Em came along. I do more crafts and make an effort to get outside with them, even in the winter. We read endless amounts of books and I love to share them. I have woven a great network of mommy girlfriends who helped shape the person I am now, from being there for coffee to being my personal lactation consultants. Being a mom has forced me out of my comfort zone, but in such a fulfilling way. I love living this life. I love photographing it. I love writing about it. And I love sharing all of those things, with you.