A Mother’s Love

A Mother's Love.


Getting the hang of this… sort of

I’m feeling a bit sheepish about the fact that it’s been over a year since I last wrote a blog entry, and not that I have something to prove, but it certainly doesn’t rank my behavior very high on the blog-etiquette-scale. In that time, however, I have discovered a whole world of social media through the internet that was previously foreign to me, including Instagram & Pinterest, the latter of which I’m getting a big kick out of. Seemingly any and all information is now available to those savvy enough to navigate a few search engines here and there, which basically means I had to ask my seven year old for help. But in all seriousness, I love the fact that I can simply enter the name of a single ingredient into the Pinterest search bar and receive a whole host of DIY instructions on how to cook it, macramé it or weave it into a tapestry. Who knew the possibilities could be so endless?!! I even worked in the local public library for two years and personally, I would have never known about the proper method for birdcage construction had it not been for social media. Now you can get help, and even one-on-one conversation with total strangers to whom you may share a common interest, and it all seems to be fairly safe in terms of identity theft, etc. All I can say at this point is: WOW!! In fact, the double exclamation point is becoming somewhat of my signature, probably because I’m still in such shock at the level to which our technology continues to progress. In my original blog post I stated explicitly that “I am not a blogger…” – a statement which has continued to hold true, so if nothing else can be said, at least you know definitively that I’m honest.

Fourth of July 2005 —

Fourth of July 2005 ---

— I remember these days like they were yesterday, and yet it’s been eight long years, already! My birth-son, Devin, is in the middle, surrounded by his older brother & younger sister, and they were all adopted through OPEN ADOPTIONS!! Now these kids are practically teenagers, and instead it’s my own children who are at the tender ages of 3, 5 & 7. Amazing how time flies — Happy Independence Day!!

I am not a blogger – my First Post

I am not a blogger. I do not tweet. I absolutely hate e-mail. But I do love to write, and I believe strongly in staying connected to the people I love, so it seems appropriate that some form of electronic media should naturally become my best friend… so far it hasn’t happened. It’s not that I’m incompetent – actually, I am perfectly comfortable operating most forms of electronic devices, including my beloved iPhone, which I use less as an actual phone and more for its various other uses. Am I just late to the game, or is it possible that some of us simply prefer to connect with people on a different, perhaps more traditional level? Regardless, I want to have the opportunity to connect with a wider range of audiences than would be possible by any other means, and I also love the idea of having my words immediately published, even if only in the electronic world. Those are my primary motivations for choosing this form in which to present my initial material to any readers why chose to continue with me on this journey.

I have information to share that I think is and can be helpful to many different types of people, and it’s such a burden for me to have to carry it alone. A wise man once said, “Do not be selfish with your journey – allow others to share it with you.” So in the spirit of humility I am trying to follow that advice. I hope many of you out there will find that it strikes a chord somewhere in your heart, whether from a personal experience, a story of someone you know or have heard of, or perhaps simply because we have all made difficult choices at some point in our lives. But there is another thing that I hope to impart in my message – a common base of knowledge. Empathy is always appreciated, but it’s the knowledge that can help drive us forward on a path of community understanding, and eventually lead to an easier dialogue with our children about the choices they have and what the consequences really are for certain actions. Instead of trying to erase our mistakes, wouldn’t it be simpler to learn from them and try to move forward?