i blog. there, i admitted it. the reason i blog is something i've denied for some time now. i started blogging because our family lives far away. very far. i though, "i'll start a blog. that way, family members can read it and know what's going on with their grandson/nephew/cousin/etc. without me having to call everyone or send out mass emails." did it work? no. does any family actually read this blog? only very rarely. but yet, i keep blogging. and that is because i am addicted. i love blogging. i love crafting blogs in my head throughout the day (just like MommyTime recommends), love finding the time to sit and put it all down "on paper", and i love being a part of the parenting blog family.
and it's an awesome family. some people's blogs i read because i know them and love them. and i want to read about what's going on in the life of their family. other blogs i read because i can't help it. either they are amazing writers or incredibly funny or refreshingly honest or particularly interesting. one thing they all have in common: they're moms. i often feel quite inadequate when i read the blogs of others. i know i'm not a great writer and don't have a specific voice or anything like that. but still, i enjoy it and if i was doing this for readers, well, i would have given up long ago. but i do this because i can't help it and, in some ways, it helps me.