I think I need to develop parts of my mind that have lain dormant for quite a while. I was recently reminded of how much fun I had writing for pleasure. Before I got all caught up in writing essays and briefs for college, I actually wrote fiction. Oh and poetry! How can I forget poetry. I think that was my first love. I absolutely love the way the words look on the page when I have penned them. To read a creative outpouring of my, or someone else's, soul is a priceless thing.
Whitney has rejoined a writing club we were a part of many years ago. It was how we met acutally, writing our little stories set in a world of fantasy. It got me to thinking that I still have something to say and I can find time to put it down on this virtual paper. I have found time to read emails, to play incessant games on facebook, to watch and play with the kids. Where did the time go that I saved for myself? I stopped reading. I stopped writing. I became this person I am today. I am not ashamed of who I am. I love being the mom, the cook, the wife, but I forgot to be Sherri somewhere along the way. I need to get back to her and find out what she has been doing these last 5 years.
Funny, I have been Mom for almost 5 years now. Seems like only yesterday I was holding my precious little boy for the first time. Amazed at how perfect he was and stunned that I could love him so much. Logan was just the start of the wonder that is motherhood. He was not long alone before we brought him a sister, and then another. I love my family. I love being called MOM.
I think I will have to write more. I'll keep you posted.
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