I have a blog.
I’ve been kicking around the idea of blogging for a few months but never acted on it. That changes today. I was inspired by an old diary I found over the weekend that belonged to my mom. She documented her day-to-day activities in her role as a full time mother to a three year old (me) and a baby (my brother). Nothing in the diary overtly revealed any of her feelings; in fact, the entries were fairly mundane. But they brought to life another side of my mom that I never had the opportunity to know. I’m not sure why it means so much to me now to know that my three year old self loved her bath to be filled to the brim with water, or that I used to wake my baby brother up each morning by climbing like a monkey into his crib. But somehow knowing those details makes me feel like a more complete person, and gives me strength as I forge ahead on this incredibly scary journey known as motherhood without the love and support and guidance of the best mom that I ever knew: my own.
A few details about me: I’m 33, married to a wonderful, supportive and silly husband, and living in the greater Boston area. We have a daughter, who looks just like her daddy, and a labradoodle named Lucy who was our first baby. My mom died of breast cancer when I was 17. My dad has since re-married and I have gained a stepmother and two sisters: the best possible outcome. My brother is my best friend.
I’m a writer turned lawyer turned mom turned part time lawyer turned part time writer. I love the beach, the Red Sox and peppermint stick ice cream. I hope my daughter will never need to rely on this blog to get to know me.
I have a blog.
(Originally published on February 14, 2011, 8:46 p.m.)