My almost-three son often says “when I'm bigger...” when told he can’t do something like drive a car or drink coffee. He is growing so fast and it reminds me to appreciate the age & stage he is in, to live in the moment, and be okay with who I am now.

Monday, January 4, 2010

First Post

The time has come to talk of many things...I have been trying to get a little time to write my first post. I had one, but it was about snow and the snow is gone so it doesn't seem appropriate now, at least not for the first post. The first post should be special, an introduction into what will be the tone and timbre of this blog. And already I am not liking it, but it seems right...the questioning, the second guessing, the writing around an idea. I just need to get the first post out of the way, and then I won't need to wait until I have the perfect idea, that shining first sentence that spins around in my mind until I write it down. I will just be able to journal, tell you about my family and the funny, sad, and beautiful way it can into existence; the trials & tribulations of having a baby and an ostomy, oh so much poop; the gift of being an over-40 mom in recovery and the wisdom and doubt that comes with it. My goal is to post at least once a week; hopefully it will be more. This has been a long time coming and it begins with the first step.