Reagan is over today with a friend. They are baking a birthday cake for someone and I’m kind of hanging out in the next room, restraining myself from hanging over their shoulders and offering advice.
It’s not easy.
I have good baking tips! I do. But I learned them all by baking myself; by making mistakes and figuring things out. Sitting in the other room and letting Reagan bake her own darned cakes is the best thing I can do as a mother. If it turns out a bit lopsided or has cake crumbs in the frosting or …
Well the world won’t end, will it?
And we are all learning something today.
One of the things I am learning is that on a day when I choose to wear my hair curly, I should NOT take a nap, because the damage to the back of my head will be irreparable. Actually, I already knew that but I have a head cold and took Ny-Quil last night. The result was that by noon today I wanted a nap so badly I was willing to deny most any truth to get it.
Sleep: my drug of choice.
I keep waiting for my phone to ring and my sister to yell at me for taking so long between blog posts again. I like it when she does that - it means she cares. Right? I’ll choose to view it that way. Blogging is evolving for me right now. I’ve done it for almost six years for a variety of reasons. Reasons that have shifted and changed over the years.
Right now it feels like the primary reason is obligation. Obligation to myself because blogging is good for me for so many reasons. I’ve never been a girl who keeps a journal. I need an audience. I don’t really like to examine why that is, but it’s a fact. If I want a record of our lives, blogging is the best format for me. Goodness knows there’s no way I’m going to scrapbook. I tried that once. I have a book that covers Reagan’s life to age three and another that documents Hayden’s until his first birthday. There’s a third book for Faith but it hasn’t even been out of the box.
Poor, neglected, third child.
Obviously, scrapbooking is not my thing.
Neither was knitting, or piano, or rock collecting, or latch-hook rugs (Remember those? Why was that a thing? Who wants rugs on their walls?), or theater, or exercising, or canning, or gardening, or … shoot. The list of things I have tried and abandoned is too long to think about. Blogging is pretty much the only thing I’ve stuck with for any measurable length of time.
So I will stick with it a while longer. Thanks to anyone still reading. All the lists of tips for a successful blog recommend posting several times a week and that must be valid, because my readership has definitely dropped as my writing has slowed. That’s ok. I don’t necessarily need a big audience. Those who continue to stick around are the ones worth keeping.
Okay, the girls are talking about frosting the cake now and I know it’s not cool enough so I am going to go intervene. I realize that goes against what I said at the opening of this post but I am notorious for being consistently inconsistent.
Have a good weekend. Thank you for enduring my rambling.