At some point in time...maybe two years ago, I had this grand vision of myself as a blogger. I saw myself writing regularly, always having something to post about. I even enrolled in a business course (and attended the e-sessions) on building blog traffic, making a blog profitable, and all that jazz. That was probably six months ago. To this day, my blog hasn't generated a penny of income. I'm 100% fine with that.
Happy Father's Day, also, to all dads everywhere doing the job: biological, adoptive, step, whatever your title may be. Y'all rock!
Being a parent is tough. No doubt or questions about it. When our kids are born, we don’t get a hefty parental guide or manual to handle virtually anything that goes wrong. Our parents didn’t get one, either. If I need a little guidance on a case by case basis, what I do get is the internet—a necessary evil.
A new year is upon us! This year was an interesting one. It was full of trials and triumphs. Happy moments, trying moments. It was a (mostly) good year for my family and me.
One thing I started telling myself over and over again, is that in life, we end up where we need to be when the time is right. There is no magic age where you are "supposed to be" in a specific place. I had been stuck in that mindset for so long, that I had to snap myself out of it in order to see the true beauty of my current moment and the life I actually live.
Four months later, I am willing to admit that some days I am barely making it work in this life with two, but I have learned that my online and real life friends were right. You do make it work, even if everything is all hanging by the thread of a spider’s web.
Thinking back to when I first moved to this town two summers ago, there were two things I made sure to do within my first week here. I located the closest playground and the nearest library. This should answer my question—I highly value the library in my community. "Should they be important to everyone else, too?" became my new question.
Speaking openly about miscarriage changes things. People learn that those who suffer them have lost children, and are in pain and do need support. When we are silent, I believe that others think we are okay. This is not to say that others will immediately understand, but it's a start to helping them do so. We shouldn't be ashamed to speak about our losses. We also shouldn't have to justify their roles in our lives as real.
A few weeks ago, our daughter turned six! Yay!! We had known for a while that she wanted to have a Minecraft party. I was a little wary, because last year her birthday party was Frozen themed and required far too much time and money for a five-year-old. I set out this year with a plan to spend as little as possible and DIY as many things as I could. Pinterest provided a lot of inspiration for me.