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My oldest brother is bicycling across the united states, via a southern route, west coast to east coast. He is keeping a daily blog. I enjoy reading is daily adventures and it gives me great peace of mind to find a new post each night. When he finishes this two month adventure, his blog will allow him to visit this time again.
So that got me thinking about my much neglected blog. Anna and Oliver were maybe 5-months-old when I last posted. I have all the reason in the world why I haven't blogged. There are not enough hours in the day. Babies demand their needs be met...Ethan wants his share of time...and the laundry...and the meal planning...and the dog...and the cleaning...and the clothes-turnover that happens with growing little ones...and, I am now back to work (part-time).
I have no time for blogging. And yet, in 40 years, what i will have, or not have, is the written record of this unique time in life...depending on whether I take the time to remember. And all it takes is just a little each day. An older woman in the grocery store line said to me, "I know what it's like. I had three kids in three years and it was such a blur. I didn't write anything down and now I can't remember much at all. I wish I would have written more."
I have always wanted to write a novel, but perhaps it is not a novel for others, but a novel for me. It will be a novel that I will read a couple of decades from now.
I have time for blogging because I want to read this novel in years to come.
The twins mastered sitting up in March while the four of us were at my parents' house in Texas. Crawling followed shortly after. Oliver first and Anna second. Oliver then moved to standing and balancing. We thought he would be the first to walk. Anna thought differently. Whereas Oliver would pull-upon the furniture and let go and balance, Anna soon pulled up on the furniture, let go and didn't wait to balance. She took her first stumbling, shaky steps. And she did this for sometime and in the month of august, she was a walker. Oliver started walking after her. Today, Anna is very determined to walk, and walk far and away and Oliver is not as ready to walk and stays close by. It will be interesting to see how this unfolds.
Another day, I will comment in their personalities.
Ethan surprised us this evening. He stood on the sofa and pointed to a print hanging on the wall. He said, "Jesus.". Well, it was jesus, a baby Jesus being held by Mary. I asked Troy if he had talked about painting to Ethan and he said no. So I asked Ethan how he knew that it was Jesus. He said, "ms. Jen." (she is the minister with children and families at the church.). I asked him what he had learned about Jesus and he said, "he was a nice man.". The feeling that pours from my heart as I see Ethan learn about his faith is deeper than words...it is a physical feeling of pure joy.
I will sign-off for now...to keep blogging, I need to keep it short because I have no time now to write. A day will come when I have all the time in the world to read. And I want something to read. I want my novel.