Two years ago today marks my inaugural Standing in the Shadows post; I went back to find it for you (here). Happy blog-o-versary to me!
I so had no idea what I was getting myself into two years ago. I’ve spent way more time on this blog than I imagined I would, the writing of essays and posts and the figuring out of images and self-promotion, the connections to a whole cadre of blogging pals (go check out my blogroll), and circuitously getting to do things like I’m doing today (I’m a witness at a giant community cloth diaper change, for Earth Day) and also raising monies for the National Network of Abortion Funds (as a virtual bowler-slash-blogger, both this year and last and I’m not so far from my goal, so if you want to support access to abortion, join my “team” by donating).
I wish I had some real sum-it-all up thing to say. But I really don’t. This is one of those weeks that’s kind of zooming by and feeling slow-as-molasses all at once. The little one’s illness (Rotovirus, more aptly called puke bug) required a lot of literal holding of miserable child. Life’s ups and downs—(a homework assignment for the second grader that wasn’t “good enough” conveniently providing fodder for a meltdown the morning of the puppet show for the sixth grade pen pals) and a trip-turned-movie-and-dinner and such—kept me on my compassionate parenting toes. We even went on a family road trip to Jamaica Plain to see the adorable nephew, with timing that let us help his laid up mama (my sis). Waking up this morning to a wee bit of… snow?
I mean, being right in the thick of it, that’s what blogging captures best. It’s elliptical, rather than conclusive. That’s why it suits me.
The really most important thing to say this morning: Thank you. Readers—those who comment, those who don’t, those who pass something I wrote onward—I am really appreciative to you all.