I have never wanted to write a blog. It seemed too self-serving. Too much a 'look at me!' endeavor and I am not a look at me kind of person. At the same time, don't I want connection, a place to speak, an opportunity for me to write? I am lonely. Parenting my kids is hard. Parenting my kids is work. I am tired from trying to be a therapeutic parent, not just surviving but doing well. It is hard. And I fail. A lot.
A lot.
I am also a doubting believer. Always have been. I do believe in Jesus and I doubt. The two go hand-in-hand.
I plan to write about my kids, pride, introversion, friendships, loneliness. Loss. Hope. Work. I hope I live to see the fruition of what I hope for my children; faith, friendships, connections, community, vocations, love. I hope this more than I can even express.
Is all the work I am doing, all the therapy they are doing (social skills, ot, pt, speech, social thinking curriculum, plus iep's in their school),
No one is going to read this.
