Dear M & N . . .
One of my resolutions this year is to try this blog-thing out. I, being me, of course, read about blogs. And . . . um . . . quickly got overwhelmed. There is so much information out there and I got lost in it. I just want to write. As in something productive to do, something to exercise my brain cells, to share the crap on my mind and get it out of my head, make some sort of family record, and stuff. Simply "stuff".
After getting lost in the information and, admittedly, intimidated by putting myself out there into the world . . . you know . . . trying to write about what "I know", it occurred to me that the one thing I want to do is share "me" with my daughters. This is what "I know". Me, my daughters, our lives. What I want to impart to you even though you are grown and on your own. I want to tell you so many things that are just not in the normal course of conversation. Things you may or may not know about me. Why I did/do the things I did/do. Lessons learned that I want to pass to you. Stories. Etc.
So, a diary of sorts, addressed to you both about E-VER-Y-THING I think of. Good. Bad. Indifferent.
You are who I love most, the best people in my life, my greatest blessings. It has always been a pleasure to be your mom, even when it seemed it wasn't. And I want to share myself with you so you can know me, hear me, see me . . . and keep me, even when I'm gone. A little something OF me for the two of you.
I love you . . . always.
Mom
