Shocked

On a video call with our son Soren, who is serving a full-time mission for our church in Japan, he confessed to me, "Mom, I found your blog and have been reading it out here in the mission field. It's AWESOME! You are an amazing writer, and you're so funny. I love it and feel like I'm reliving my childhood by reading it."

I was shocked.

Didn't I print the blog I wrote for seven straight years into books for my kids to just so they could read and remember? Hadn't I seen them all, including Soren, turning the pages of those books? Well, it turns out he, in particular, would just look at the pictures and pass right by the words.

It has been a hot second since I've even given thought to my blog. Blogs are completely dead, right? Even the authors of these prehistoric means of communicating to the masses don't look at their own past writings. I am no different. But something about hearing about MY blog through the words of MY son made me take a second look at what I'd written all those years ago when I was in the throes of motherhood and life.

And again, I was shocked.

I used to have words flow freely and beautifully from my mind to my keyboard. I used to chronicle some really hard parts of my life. I used to write about important turning points for myself and my children. I used to communicate with you - the readers of that silly little blog about nothing - and we heard each other, mourned with each other, lifted each other, and cheered one another along.

That time in my life when I actively wrote about daily musings and happenings is now a record of my life. I have reread multiple posts in the past two weeks and said aloud to Travis, "I completely forgot this even happened. I am so glad I wrote about it."

I keep having a nagging feeling. A feeling that I need to try writing again. A conversation with a dear friend who is STILL blogging after all these years gave me the final push to sit down today and pen my thoughts. So I am returning to this space after almost nine years of absence. And I am rusty. But that's okay. I don't know if anyone but me will see this. That is also okay.  I am not the same person I was nine years ago who needed affirmation that others were hearing what I had to say.  I plan to use this space to write about my life, my thoughts, my joys, and my sorrows.  If you find me here, welcome. If you're a past reader, welcome back! And if you've fallen off your chair because this Dragonfly is flying again, so sorry.

Try not to be shocked. :)