A Little Late on the Bandwagon

It is a bit strange that I have waited this long to jump on the blogging bandwagon. In fact, I am so late that I expect that by the time I get really into it, it will have become archaic. It is strange that I have avoided it for so long, for starters, because I am an unashamed Bandwagoner. When Twilight became the craze, I read the trilogy in 3 days, fell in love with Edward, and continue to attend the midnight showings. (The same can be said about me and The Hunger Games). I am a Mac user, because Mac's are clearly cooler than PC's. When skinny jeans became popular, I jumped in them. Scarves became the fad, and I bought 3 dozen of them. Zumba took over the fitness world, so I became an instructor.

The second reason my late coming is smewhat surprising is that I love to write. There is something wonderful about the accomplishment of stringing words together in a way that brings the soul to life. Words on a page have the power to change your mind, create an unforgettable experience, capture a precious memory, heal pains and provoke joy. I am not an accomplished writer, but it is certainly one of my many undeveloped ambitions. Blogging... What a great outlet for the writer who only has time for a paragraph here and there.

Another reason I can't believe I haven't taken up blogging is that I am always ready to give too much information at any given moment to anyone who gives me the space to do so. Perhaps nothing more needs to be said about this. I hope that this sentiment will become clear.

I embark on this journey knowing that I will probably fail miserably. This is a creative outlet that I know has the potential to relieve some stress and give me some satisfaction, while the reality is that my track record with such things is not great. At least five times a year I decide that I am going to start journaling again, so I go and buy a pretty journal or find a diary app and journal for about a week. Although I am a faithful, and I mean super faithful, Facebook stalker, my status updates are sporadic. I may go a month without a post and then I'll post 17 updates in 24 hours. The same can be said about my tweets. Time will tell... We will see how this goes.

As I considered the content of this blog, and incidently, considered for a long time before landing where I've landed, I realized that I must not put myself in any kind of box because the thoughts that enter my mind often have no rhyme or reason. I need to be able to ramble about motherhood and work and theology and housework and sex and fear in one breath. I need to have space for humorous anecdotes, despair, and gratitude. I need to honor people, remember places and spaces, sort out my crazy emotions, and embrace the beauty of the unpredictable and adventurous life that I treasure and long for.

All of my ramblings naturally somehow center around one of my primary roles, mom, which is second only to wife and God-follower. My plate is full and my days are fuller and I find myself pulled in a million different directions and yet, I am grounded in the reality that in the midst of it all, I am always mom, and for this season, Keira, Judah, and this wonderful baby that will join us in October, are the joy of my heart.

And so, MOMblings is born, the ramblings of a mama trying to do it all.