Thursday, March 12, 2009


My daughter and I were talking yesterday about why I blog! I am usually just a journal writer and scrapbooker, but lately I have blogged once a day, and I try to get out and read others posts. Friendshipping is so important to me, and the support that I see each of you giving to others and to me is amazing. So I blog. Yes, I am trying to keep it to under one hour a day, while my kids are in school...and I try to keep my kids feelings in mind. However my same daughter said something completely hilarious to me the other day and she said I could blog it, but I CANT bring myself too. Too personal, although funny is really the catergory.

This daughter asked me for my written journals when I die...I told her she could have them when she gets married. She said, mom, I am sure in my TINY apartment that I will not have room for your journals. It will be food in the cupboards, or your journals....I will just take them when you die.

So, why do I blog?

And, important...who gets my blogs when I die???

I told her [my daughter], I want you to have something of me that is personal and in the VERY MOMENT. It can not be anything but what I was feeling that very day.

Here is the thing, I said to her: With each post they come to my email, and I then take them into a document. You have pictures, my memories, my stories...all on a disc as a journal, or history of sorts.

I believe that our histories are preserved and will be for all eternity. The effort that we put into our personal history and journaling is never in vain and always worthwhile in ways of spending our time.

I said she could have my blogs when I die!!!

ANd, fuNNy: to my son (age 14), Blogging is

and yes, it seems that way sometimes.

But to me it is more than that. I type really fast, faster than I can think. Therefore I can get a lot out, how I am feeling. What I am thinking.
All in a document that is there for me and for others.

I keep more than one blog. This one is open, one private, more personal stories and many pictures for family. I contribute to Women Doing More, which is a great outlet for me to share in something that I think lifts, builds and strengthens women....and has the potential to blow open universally. We women are such a strength to the world. We have to share that.

And I contribute to a family blog. I wish more of the family played along there. It is so fun to be a part of each others lives, and to be able to share our lives with those who are far from our homes, but dear to our hearts.

And a healing blog. One that has opened the scars of my childhood and sathed them with love and support. People can be so amazing. And these strangers have become dear to me. I care deeply about them...

So my thankful THURSDAY
has a lot to do with all of this.

I am ThankFUL that my daughter questioned me, and I was able to think this all through. Here, for me and for you...

Thankful Thursday:
What I wanted to write about is the love and gratitude that I have for my Grandfather [pictured]. He is truly the most amazing person I have ever known. He has been open with me as I have chosen him to be my person, the person I go to in my struggles, in my happiness, and who I cry and laugh with.

I have lunch with him every week. I had lunch with him and my grandmother when she was still alive, every week. And I take my kids to see him [and them] each week. Not a week goes kids always say, what day do we go to Grandpas. Going to Grandpa and Grandma's house has been a part of every part of their childhood, since my first son was born.

I chose then to make them a part of our lives, in a very real and true and truthful way. They have been there for all my ups and downs. They have seen me go into depressions, and in to healthy mind and soul. They have loved me through all of it, and I have never felt that their love was tainted by any decision that I have made. They have been truth to me. ALwayS loving me for who I am. THrouGH thicK and Thin.

Thank you Grandpa, and Grandma, for the love that I have been given through you and your legecy. You are part of my might, mind, and soul. ALways and forEVer. ♥



Shauna said...

What a beautiful post! Thanks for sharing! Hope you have a great day today! ♥ Hugs :)

KC Mom said...

That is such a great post. Inspired me to want to be a better journaler.
And I love your Grandpa too. ♥

CaJoh said...

My wife inherited her mother's journals and they take up an entire shelf (from the 1930s to 2003). I always find her reading them and I think she gets a lot of insight from them that she never had when her mother was alive.

Susan Brady said...

Don't ever stop sharing your thoughts and feelings, it helps me and others realize we are not alone in our depressions, sufferings and struggles. Let the Lord guide your fast fingers to tell it all and let it all hang out. We need you as much as you feel you need us. Thanks for being there.

suzie said...

Hey, you should have warned me that there was awesomeness ahead!!!

This was a wonderful post. You are an incredible writer. I love that you blog everyday, gives me something to look forward to at work. It's like a mini-vaca right at my desk. Love it, want more of it!!!

Grandpa just happens to be one of my favorite people on the planet too!

devri said...

thanks for sharing.. have a great day!

Shadow said...

this is one of the best reasons for blogging i've ever read... thanks for being here. and thank goodness i found you/you found me, whichever way round it was, but thank goodness...

rachel said...

Beautiful thoughts! Writing releases the soul and those thoughts and feelings are the best things we can leave our children when we are gone :) You are so lucky to get to see your grandpa every week!

Heatherlyn said...

Your daughter's remark about not having space for your journals in her apartment is priceless.

I made my blog public to make it as easy as possible for my family members to play along. Most of them have blogs, but they only post a couple of times a month and only comment on mine a couple of times a month. I wish they would update more often, too.

I think journals are the great legacy we leave behind. Priceless and important.

on marriage

'Will you, um, marry me?' I haven't seen you in weeks! You don't look happy or excited about the prospect of our marriage! You're asking me to give up my - my freedom, my joie de vivre for an institution that fails as often as it succeeds? And why should I marry you anyway? I mean, why do you wanna marry me? Besides some bourgeois desire to fulfill an ideal that society embeds in us from an early age to promote a consumer capitalist agenda?