When we started this blog, Andrew and I, I think we mostly wanted to force ourselves to produce a record of what we expected would be an unusual, amazing, heartbreaking, confusing, joyful journey. And it has been those things. It has been a little bit of an electronic lifebook of the past year plus, a public journal of our attempt to parent/love/engage/give to a creative, bright, sad, angry little girl.
For me, the blogging has been way more. It has been something that I have done for myself in a way that I did not anticipate.
I really enjoy writing – who knew? It is cathartic and liberating and forces me to be mindful and experience this experience now, as it is happening.
It has also built a community of support. When I feel tired or like I am not a good parent or think to myself, why on earth did I sign up to do this exhausting, maddening job? Somebody always hears me and responds in a way that makes me take a deep breath and reminds me that I can do this. That I am doing it and I am doing it pretty darn well, actually, so I should let go a little bit and accept and relax. And often the responder is a total stranger which is oddly validating because, wow, someone that doesn’t even know and love me, is taking time to send me good internet vibes. How thoughtful, how kind, how helpful it is to hear from you, internet peeps. And I also feel, as corny as it sounds, that creates an atmosphere of love for Blitzen. She doesn’t know about it but I do — a kind of shockingly large number of geographically diverse people are rooting for her and interested in her story.
All this to say, thanks for talking me into blogging, Andrew. It has totally been worth it.