The Path

For those of you that come here for nothing more than the grandkid goodness. I’m going to apologize right now. This post is not for you. Typically this is the point where I would excuse you and allow you to skip over this one, but please don’t. You might just find this interesting anyways, and learn a little in the process. So here it goes…..lets roll.

There are so many reasons I started this blog. The first reason centered around envy and want. I had friends with blogs and I envied the way the could post about their little bundles of joy for all the family to see. The second reason, not too far from the first was to share just that, my little bundles of joy or in some instances my little bundle of razor blades (This I will explain, just stay with me). As the blog progressed and I found myself in this big world of the web, I began to come out of my shell. I went from being terrified of lurkers, and the thought of people I didn’t know reading my blog, to branching out and actually attaching myself to forums (i.e. Mormon Mommy Blogs, Blog around the World, and The Secrets in the Sauce). I soon discovered that I enjoyed “meeting” new people, reading other peoples stories and being able to leave my 2 cents in their comment box. It doesn’t take long before others begin leaving their pocket change in your comment box and you are addicted.

I fear because of the new found addiction, I have a tendency to wander away from the typical posts that made up some of my early blogging days (that whole 5 months ago), depicting my kids and the good times. I sometimes take the time just to be entertaining. For this I feel a little guilt. Not very much mind you, but there is some in there. About the time the guilt settles in, I realize that my blog is therapeutic as much as it is to preserve things for my future generations.

So as I wander away from the topic that is the grandkid goodness for some and go off on my tangents, all I ask is that you bare with me. To be honest, as much as I love my kids, there hasn’t been anything real great to report on them as of late. Being a mother is one of the hardest jobs I have taken on. Living my 40 hour work week, working for the man to earn my dollar is a cake walk compared to toddler tantrums, dinner time battles and dookie filled diapers (yes, I said dookie, deal with it). I was not born a mother. There are women every where that praise their roles as mothers, find the rewards in all things and have wanted children since they themselves made their entrance into this world. I’m not one of those. I believe those mothers, although blessed and deserving, also had a little bit of luck and a good role model to show them how it is all done. My life took another path. A path which I wouldn’t trade, for the lessons I have learned and the things I have experienced are priceless. But it left me needing a little extra guidance in the area of motherhood. The short of it all, is that motherhood can be painful, on so many levels. Those cute little faces that call me Mommee can bring just as much pain and heartache as they do joy and laughter, hence the razor blades reference.

I am going to however, make an honest effort to balance between showing off the kids and my entertaining rants. I Danielle (Enter my Last Name Here) promise and solemnly swear to share at least one good kid picture or story at least once a week, or every 7 posts -which ever comes first. Failure to do so, shall grant me understanding and approval from those that come for nothing more than to see their grandkids.

So there you have it, yet another one of my rants. To offset the whole event I am going to leave you with a recent video of some of the good times, that truly do exist. I'm so proud of Kyle, knowing patty cake, and he does it so well.