It’s hard for me to believe that come this October, I will have been blogging for three years. Three years! That’s a lot of writing and sharing photos.
I first started blogging at the encouragement of my tech-savvy husband as he grew to learn how much I longed for something creative to do through my year-long mat leave with our daughter Little B. No doubt I was busy taking care of a home and bonding with my little girl but the teacher part of me longed for something more. Hubby stepped in and opened my eyes to a brand new world of social media I never imagined would be in my control.
Like that, my blog was born and away I went posting pics of our family for the pleasure of relatives who live across the country, over the border and overseas. What first started as an on-line scrapbook of pictures so that grandma and papa could keep up-to-date with the growth and development of their grand-daughters then turned into a blog about so much more.
I always get a sense that my real-life friends don’t truly understand why I blog. They see my blogging as a waste of time or a way to brag about my children (the latter being somewhat true) and that my time could be better spent cleaning the house. While all of this may be partially true, what they don’t understand is that through blogging I’m creating my legacy.
Yes, my legacy.
When a friend I knew was diagnosed with cancer and then passed on leaving 3 young children behind, I realized just how precious life is and how there really are no guarantees that we’re here for a long time. This realization changed how I view my life and it gave my blogging a whole new purpose.
As I blog about life with my girls, I’m creating for them a memoir of everything that is their mother. Blog posts filled with dreams, hopes, worry, passion, doubt, memorable moments and unconditional love. What a beautiful way for my girls to remember their mother and as adults, to re-live memories of their childhood. Oh, what I would do to have access to any of my own mother’s memories, thoughts and feelings as she raised my sisters and I so many years ago. While my mother kept a memoir of photos while we were growing up, she did not keep a diary of her thoughts or feelings throughout those years. A part of me longs to know what she was thinking, feeling or experiencing back then.
As surprising as it may sound, blogging gives me a sense of purpose. While I enjoy writing and sharing stories about my life, it’s really so much more than that. When I think about how quickly my munchkins are growing up, I want to hold on to every moment and stage and celebrate it. Every post, I write for the only audience that matters – my girls.
This blog is for them. One day, when they become mothers, they will thank me for the online key to their mama’s heart.