This blog is a lot about me. Sure, there may be some anecdotes about you guys now and again, but the whole purpose of this blog is to celebrate me doing things I want to do. I know you support this endeavor, but just in case there is every any confusion, let me set the record straight.
To my amazing husband: You married the person I was almost nine years ago. And yes, while I agree that I have become oh so much better with age, as have you, there still were a lot of things about nine-years-ago me that were awesome. So I’m trying to get to a blend of them both, kind of a Me 2.0. I know that you like this idea and want me to continue, but just to be clear, this is not an escape from anyone or anything. You know that more than anyone, I suppose, because you are a part of, or right next to, all of the activities that I write about. Assuming that you read them. Sorry, just couldn’t resist that one. A joke filled with love 🙂
To my beautiful son: One day you might actually read this blog. Such a strange thought today, but it won’t seem strange for long. And you’ll probably read my Facebook posts too, because oh yes, I will be a friend, and I will know your password so that I can jump on in and check your stuff at any old time. There will be SO many things you will see about you. Some good, some frustrating, some funny, some sentimental. And no matter how much I might talk about the challenge of parenting, there aren’t enough years on this planet to talk about the joys. Please don’t think that any part of this whole me blog is any statement about wishing for a different lifestyle. Knowing that you watch every single move I make and hear every word I say is the single most motivating thing for me wanting to better myself. I want you to know who I am, not just as your Mom, but as a person, and I want us both to be proud of who that person is.
And then there is you, Hoosier. Not to worry, you have not been forgotten, though I think we all know you spend a little more time watching and waiting for us than any of us would like. You were the first baby of this family, albeit a fuzzy one, and even though you’re not quite the crazy pup you used to be, you’re still always going to be our first puppy. As soon as this whole exercise topic improves, you will definitely benefit from that too, because there’s a big world out there with all kinds of paths to be sniffed.
Even without enough exercise, time to read, time to cook, etc etc, I am definitely a much better version of me than I was nine years ago. That version didn’t have the three of you. I had NO idea what was coming. Wonder what the eight-years-in-the-future version of me has in store?