I have long debated whether I should just pack this little blog up and call it a day. Do people even read blogs anymore? Obviously, they do, but with the convenience and instant gratification of Twitter shares and Instagram hearts, how can we hope to compete? The answer for me at least, is that I can’t. If I am going to start sharing my heart here again it has to be for the right reasons. Not for likes, comments or shares.
Another apprehension I have had about writing again is that I feel so much pressure to be grammatically correct. God forbid I misuse a comma or forget one and an online reader deem me unfit to homeschool my children!
So, I’m just going to be real here. What I have to share with you is not perfect, but it’s me. I think the same holds true for my (and your) mothering/homeschooling journey. Our kids don’t need us for all that we can do. They need us for all that we are. My faith, my strength, my laughter, my gifts, my femininity, my perseverance to grow in virtue are all unique to me and they are the legacy I am slowly handing down to my little ones, for better or for worse.
There will likely be dark grainy photos at times and grammatical errors, to be sure, but I find so much joy in sharing about our days together and the transition we are in from a house full of toddlers and preschoolers into a house with a seven, nearly six, and nearly three year old.
I refuse to keep letting fear hinder me from writing what I want to write, whether it turns out to be read-worthy or not. I would always want my girls to bravely tell their stories and that is what I intend to do.