Thursday, March 20, 2008

Why bother? Because.

You might wonder, why I bother to update this blog at all, since I only do so about twice a year. I wonder that myself. The thing is, I have this sense of obligation. This is where it all started, my obsession with documenting my rather pathetic life as a mother, and I feel somewhat loyal to this space. It's taken on the same importance as, say, for instance, the place I first kissed my husband, or where I was when I first realized I was pregnant. So, come back I do, again and again, just not regularly.

Despite the fact that the weather is colossally dreary, relentlessly raw and gray, sometimes raining sometimes snowing, but with no noticeable accumulation, I feel quite content here in my little house out in the cow field. Children are at Martha's, house is so quiet I can hear the ticking of the clock and the slurping of car tires passing by on our mud bog of a dirt road.

This morning, as Esther and Isla stood at the easel collborating on an acrylic paint masterpiece, I said to Isla, "Isla, you need to eat breakfast" and, without a moment's hesitation Isla said, "No. I need to paint." And that pretty much sums it up.

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Meg said...

I like your writing wherever you do it.

Laurel said...

I'm glad you bother. It must feel different writing on a personal blog as opposed to Babycenter. I really enjoying reading about your experiences - and hearing how another mother is coping with our interminable winter (I live next door in NH).

momma's heart said...

I was excited to see a new entry. I'm glad you bother, too.

I love the descriptive writing you use here. Me thinks it will fit lovely into a novel someday.

Peggy Shinn said...

Updating our blogs is like exercising or getting a massage. It's time for ourselves. ... I'm glad you bothered too. Nothing else is such fun to read when I'm trying to avoid everything else.