A lot has happened in the last year. My baby became a toddler. My toddler became a girl. We settled in our life as a foursome.
I started blogging.
At first I had no idea what I was doing. Sometimes I still don't. But I did it anyway and here we are. A year later.
I wish now I had started sooner because blogging has changed my life.
Blogging has helped me to find my voice. It has prompted me to overcome my fear of writing and to discover that it is both something that I love and that I am good at. I am proud of what I write. I am eager to learn how I can improve.
Blogging has given me confidence in my parenting. Writing about the daily challenges and struggles have allowed me to take a step back and view my experiences with new eyes. To find the humour where I might not otherwise see it. To realize that I am doing a good job with these kids of mine, despite how I might feel sometimes.
Blogging has reminded me that that we are all our stories. I have been excited to find bloggers with similar stories to mine and been glad to share their journey. I have been amazed and awed by the stories of others. Reading these real-life stories has made me reflect on my own in ways that reading fiction never has.
Blogging has introduced me to bloggers whose "in real-life" friendships I have come to value and count on. Friends that I may not have met otherwise but whose company I adore.
Three hundred and sixty five days. Almost as many posts.
The next year will bring as many changes. The kids will keep growing. I will head back to work. The husband will take over as the primary caregiver. I hope that I will continue to blog once I am back sitting in front of a desk all day. I don't want to lose what I have started here.
Let's see shall we? Let's see what the next year brings.