This post is my contribution to the Green Moms Carnival, hosted by Karen at Best of Mother Earth.
I’ve been honest in sharing that I started this blog out of boredom. It was at the end of a long winter in March 2008. We had finished building our house and moved in during the previous fall, after two long years of working nights and weekends. I had also just finished my MS degree and found myself with an inordinate amount of free time and cooped up in the house. So, I started blogging.
I may have started blogging out of boredom, but I soon discovered that I love to blog. I have a passion for it. I always enjoyed reading and writing, contributing stories or poems to my school’s literary magazine. I particularly liked to write satires and read the American classics. In my undergraduate work, I was part of an honors program that was writing-intensive. I fondly remember the semesters that I spent studying Puritan and Native American literature (in a course called “Religion and Sexuality: Male Spirit, Female Flesh”), and analyzing Greek and Roman works. At the time I would have said my true passion was anatomy and physiology of the vertebrates, but I knew reading and writing were a close second.
When I graduated from college and started my career as an educator, I missed reading because I had little time to read for fun. I later realized I missed writing as well. In my second year teaching, I completed an evaluative portfolio and discovered that I really enjoyed the self-reflection process. I was also thankful for the writing training I received in college and from my mom, a former editor.
Over the past three years my blog has evolved to be a place where I can share my thoughts, photos, recipes, gardening and parenting stories. I’ve found friendships with kindred spirits and branched out into writing for the Breastfeeding Diaries, the Green Phone Booth, and (coming soon!) the Natural Parents Network.
I love that my blog has become a written record of my life. When I think of how much I have enjoyed looking through my great-grandmother’s recipe journals, my mother’s photo albums, or a volume of my family’s history, I like to imagine that someday my children, grandchildren or great-grandchildren will feel the same joy through reading my blog.