Intro

So on the urging of some people that have known me for a very long time I have started up a new blog/journal. I found myself feeling like I was suddenly lacking any sort of interesting life news of observations or such because my life has suddenly and swiftly begun revolving around my newborn son, Will. When you go through the kinds of changes, both expected and unexpected, that I've gone through in the last year or so it kind of gets to you sometimes. I've always been a writer. From the time I learned how to write all the way through college and beyond to an extent I've used writing as a form of release and relaxation. When I was in kindergarten my mom saved stories that I wrote both as assignments and just for fun. I was writing stories in elementary school, poetry in junior high and high school and finally I started an online journal in college.

When I started graduate school I was in a committed loving relationship. I was living in a great apartment with my fiance. I was living the adult life for the most part. I had rid myself of unnecessary drama and those that brought it. Things were great. I had nothing left to say. I had nothing left to use as a muse besides the wonders of being in love, finding your perfect match and my budding love/hate relationship with the outdoors and my allergies. So I silenced myself thinking no one wanted to hear about my relationship that I was so proud of or my horrendous health battle with allergies or my psycho-social narrative about graduate school education.

While I wasn't thrilled to have done this I was okay with it because I felt it was a good time to let go of an old release.

When I mentioned on facebook that I didn't really feel like I had anything left to say that didn't some how involve my new son I was immediately questioned and rebutted by my friends. I was met with an outpouring of support that I never imagined getting for a continue to my writing. They were accepting and encouraging of hearing my stories about being a 30-year-old wife, mother, home-owner ... adult. They wanted to hear both the trials and triumphs. I was left stunned ... but here I am. New Blog and new muse. William. Raymond William. My son. My first born. And the little man that I rain down kisses on as often as I can when he's not screaming at 2am or peeing on me. Yes, I've already been peed on.

So, here I am. Once again writing. And it feels like the warmth of an old comforting blanket being draped over my shoulders. So thank you to my friends for your support. We'll see how often I post but most of them will probably be about Will. (Who by the way has been hanging out with his dad while I write this and it just makes me beam with happiness that Ray is so awesome with him so early)

And as for Will, maybe one day you'll read mommy's notes from your early days, months, maybe years and maybe you'll have no interest. But I know if my mom could have kept a diary of her feelings and stories from my early times I think I would love to read it. I can only hope that we have a similar type of relationship where you are interested in your early life as much as you are interested in how you mommy came to be the person you know her as in the future.