Begin Again

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Squirt!!

I have been lax and remiss in my new mommy journalistic duties! I got sidetracked by my innate self-seeking compulsions. I’ll admit it. And it didn’t go so well for me. I almost lost my job over it. Phew- dodged a bullet there! Here is what happened, feeling like I was missing my calling as a professional writer and under some delusion that one must have a blog about writing to be a writer (totally boring- I KNOW!!) I tried to resurrect my Deprivation Junky blog- this is a blog I had a few years ago for the book I wrote of the same name- What a disaster that was.

First of all, I am no longer a Deprivation Junky. That was my 20’s. I am now living in opulent abundance, probably redundant but since I just ate half a bag of animal cookies, I don’t care. And due to my fortunate turn of life events (I’m talking about YOU and your DAD!) I would sit and stare at my computer these past few months wondering what to write about. I had nothing P! NOTHING. I became desperate, I thought I was suffering from Writers Block. I’ve never had writers block in my entire writing life. I always have something to say about something. Out of complete hopelessness I picked up one of my favorite books on writing called “Writing Down the Bones” and opened it up- the page said to write whatever I was obsessing about. Which was fantastic advice, if I had taken it and not warped it. Because you see, Pony P, I am OBSESSED with you, and everything about you, things you need, want, play with, eat, poop, wear- what it’s like to be your Mom and Tim’s wife. All things family, mother, and educator. THAT Stuff enthralls me. But instead of looking there- I thought about something else that was bothering me and wrote about THAT in way that should have been private but was public. A familial theme, you’ll learn soon enough. Lucky for us we have a very understanding Boss and he helped me see the error of my ways which I am so grateful for because it brought me back to you. Where I wanted to be all along. I have abandoned the other and returned home to you, Dear Squirt.

And even though I know I’ve missed some good moments back there, I promise to make up for lost time.

So here we go again, on our own, walking down the only road we’ve ever known.

You and me and Pony p.

Love,

Mom

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