I’ve gotten the question a lot over the last few months, Why haven’t you been posting? I always have the best of intentions. Throughout the day, I will scribble down ideas on the back of receipts, on throw-away envelopes, on my meal list for the day. With such energy and so many words bobbling around in my mind I will think about exactly how I will capture the moments of my day. How I will share my thoughts on the business of being a mom. How I should really get back to sharing my tricks of the trade on naps, play and finding time for that man I love. How I will not rest until I finish the very last page in my book.
And then, I just crash.
After our two little nuggets are down for the count. Once the last stray {insert name of random object Jonah has left in his trail} is put up for the day. After the crumbs are swiped off the counter. The laundry is changed out. Email checked {because a certain wee one will have nothing good to say if I log on during the day}. Etc Etc. We. Just. Crash.
This parenting schtick is a lot. It’s a lot of wonderful. It’s a lot of energy. It’s a whole helluva lot of emotion. It’s a lot of guessing. It’s a lot of time. It’s a lot of self-reflection. It’s a lot of consistency. It’s a lot of juggling. It’s a lot of fun. It’s a lot of patience. And impatience. It’s a lot more than I ever gave it credit for in my past life. It’s a lot of dreaming. It’s a lot of living. Of living each and every moment as much as possible so as not to let it pass without giving it it’s due. It’s a lot.
And so, I sometimes cannot even turn my brain back on long enough to truly do it all justice. It’s the funniest of moments. The most belly aching laughter. The most frustrating battles. The most pain-staking anxiety…questioning that we’re doing everything we can. Should. Could. And so, as I often get when something seems bigger than me, I just shut down. And so, Baby on the Brehm has been on hiatus. Sabbatical. Call it what you will, we’ve been on a break.
But this blog is something I need. It started as an informational tool and transformed into a love affair. It’s my outlet for my passion to write and for my passion for our children. And it’s priceless to me. So thanks to those who read it and those who question if there’s something wrong when I’m not “here”.
So just like that, my break is over. And I’m back, baby. On the Brehm.:)
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