How addictive is this? Blogging, I mean.
First, that little voice lurking inside your head keeps telling you that “you’ll have nothing of interest to write about, so why bother?” then, thanks to a friend who has taken the blog-plunge before you, it grabs hold of you with a power all its own and….voila`!
So much of what is shared on blogs revolves around topics similar to events taking place in each of our lives; no matter what age-stage we’re presently stumbling through, the same principles apply. One of my favorite web logs is written by the sister of a good friend; a young mother with a small tribe of children who shares her quest for sanity with intense humor and wisdom. Here I sit, more than 30 years after experiencing the same “toddler turmoil” and this could be me writing her same words.
30 years ago, there was no internet, no “mommy groups” or “play dates”, just good old Dr. Spock which I carried around like a bible with the page on “Toddler Troubleshooting” permanently bookmarked.
Okay, there wasn’t any such page, I made it up. Sue me.
Just a test to see if you were paying attention.
My point is that everything stays the same, it just wears different disguises as we find our way down that bumpy road of child-rearing. I only wish that the ability to share, to vent, laugh and cry, as I raised my three children, had been looking back at me through a computer screen all those years ago.
I only wish that I could do it all again.
Yes….really, I do!
Thank you…….Narragansett Number 7!
