It’s not your imagination. The blog posts around here have been getting skimpier and skimpier. What gives? Well, a lot of things.
Like many bloggers I dove head first into posting pictures and words. Honeysmoke provided an outlet for my writing as I tried to make sense of my children. It was fun. I wrote what I wanted, when I wanted. Then people started reading and responding. The site developed a group of loyal followers, and I learned their likes and dislikes. Slowly, I censored my words, held a little back, toned down my thoughts.
I love Simone and Nadia. They bring me immeasurable joy. Even the bad times aren’t really bad times. I delight in hearing their voices, their giggles. I love how they wake up every morning and everything that happened yesterday is in the past. If only adults could learn how to let go like that, the world we be such a better place. It’s hard to believe they are growing up so fast, becoming their own little selves, pulling away from me, little by little. They are my muse, and I love writing about them, documenting slivers of their lives.
Loving them means I want to protect them. I want to shield them from the people and things I can and cannot see. That’s what parents do. I said all of that to say this: I’ve been thinking about shutting down the blog. I don’t want to do that. I really don’t. I’m thinking about how I can make the blog more useful, and I need a little help. I am open to ideas. Please write one or two or three suggestions in the comments section. This self-conscious blogger will appreciate them.