It has been one year since I blogged last. I would like to say that I had been waiting for this day particularly, but that is not true. I have been avoiding it for one year, but tonight, inextricably, I find myself back.
One year later, and one daughter later, and I find myself here again.
I have thought many times of writing in this blog, but I have turned away every time, excuse in hand. I don't have time. I don't have energy. I'm tired. Make that really, really tired. My brain doesn't seem to work as well. I'm not as philosophical anymore. I spend my time feeding my daughter one tiny piece of zucchini at a time for hours on end, or stacking up blocks so that she can knock them down. How can I possibly have time to write?
I can't make any promises. I have limited ambition, limited energy, limited time. To write that is, not to think. I have all of the time in the world to think, as I wash the dishes, fold the laundry, tuck one more piece of zucchini into that open mouth. Is it possible that I, Anne Bradstreet like, can sneak in a few lines despite all of the mouths to feed?
My heart is not proud, O LORD,
my eyes are not haughty;
I do not concern myself with great matters
or things too wonderful for me.
But I have stilled and quieted my soul;
like a weaned child with its mother,
like a weaned child is my soul within me.
O Israel, put your hope in the LORD
both now and forevermore.
Psalm 131
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Welcome back! I'm sure I haven't yet begun to understand the "mommy brain" syndrome, but I do understand feeling like I've run out of interesting things to say/write. :-) When I look back at my old blog and compare it to the one I "semi-keep" now, I'm a little surprised at myself. But I have to remind myself that blogging is not the measure of my self!
I look forward to seeing what thoughts you can squeeze in between zucchine bites!
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