My dear princes,
This blog is for you. I pray that by the time you read this in 2030, you feel exceedingly loved and fully prepared for the joys and challenges of adulthood. I sincerely hope that I am doing a bang-up job of playing it cool and revealing nothing but my utmost faith in you.
As I write this very first post, you are healthy toddlers — absolutely full of joy. Truly. I have sixteen years, God willing, to share, in depth, who I am with you in a way that I cannot share day-to-day. Of course, if I am the mom I hope to be, you should feel like you already know me very well. However, it is my hope that this little labor of mine reveals truths that may surprise you, and hopefully, help you in some way as you begin to make sense of your life and realize the overwhelming reality that is adulthood. I promise, it isn’t that bad if you have some guidance. That is why I am starting this blog — to share my own experiences, observations, and certainly in all honesty, my embarrassing blunders (which I hope to save you from living through). I know. You are tired of hearing my stories, but you can bet that I’ve saved a few for you.
Since I plan to be brutally honest in this blog, I’d like to share with you how I came to my decision to do this. You see, my sons, in 2014 there is a website (and mobile smartphone app) called Facebook. Pretty much every person I know is on it, and people share their random thoughts and post articles and pictures throughout the day. Because you guys are small now and I am home with you, it has served as a connection for me to the world outside of the house. As I’m sure you both know by now, I crave human interaction as much as I do stillness and peace, so this has been a good thing for me.
Or, so I have thought. One day recently, it all hit me. You two were trying to tell me something, and I didn’t hear you because I was busy reading some article on Facebook about parenting — something I had convinced myself I needed to read in order to be a good mommy (insert embarrassed throat-clearing) — while my children were trying to get my attention. I’m so, so sorry.
Well, do you want to know what I did when I realized how pathetic I was? I threw my phone. I threw it across the family room and got on the floor with you boys to play and had a wonderful time. I left the phone where it was until bath time and later deleted the app. I recognized that I had a slight addiction to Facebook (I’m sure the giant company banks on this), since I have to finish what I start. I have been addicted to “finishing” reading my forever-long newsfeed (as they call it) — a page full of mostly unimportant information that continues updating. Insane. Well, I have dropped a significant amount of time I was spending on Facebook (There are too many valuable connections to delete it from my life completely) and added this — my outside connection to the adult world through a chance to talk to you, my extraordinary adult children.
So, here is lesson #1. At the risk of sounding trite, let’s soak in the words of Ralph Waldo Emerson, shall we? “Guard well your spare moments. They are like uncut diamonds. Discard them and their value will never be known. Improve them and they will become the brightest gems in a useful life.”
Guard them with all you have, my princes. Save up those moments to breathe the air in and out and notice. Appreciate. Dream. Don’t do what I allowed technology to do to me by incessantly checking your phone, social media, or whatever it is you have in 2030. Be cognizant of your distractions. Keep your eye on living the meaningful and fulfilling life you were meant to live.
One more thing. I read a blog post recently written by a mom with grown children, which you can read here: Mommy Bloggers. She had some thoughts to share with “mommy bloggers” (moms of young children who blog). Her concerns were for the children whose pictures and stories were being shared by their parents without their consent (a “mommy” had recently written a story and posted pictures of her child’s tantrum). She reminded the mommy bloggers that their children will grow up and may very well carry resentment for all the sharing. It was interesting that the blog post was sent to me just as I was secretly planning to start this one. Well, I guess I am starting a “mommy blog,” but fortunately for you, my plans do not fit into the aforementioned category since I will not be posting any of your photos, your real names, or really anything related to raising you. I may mention a fun fact or memory here and there, but that is not what this blog is going to be about. This blog is about my hopes for 2030 and my hopes for you, and anyone else who happens upon this site.
I am quite excited to share my thoughts on a whole slew of subjects that I hope will be helpful. I am sure that some of what I write about will be sensitive, and maybe even embarrassing for me (like my Facebook addiction story), but they will be my stories, not yours. I promise.
Much more to come.
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