today is my dad's birthday. (happy birthday, dad!) we would celebrate with him, but my mom has whisked him off for a mini kayaking, bird-watching get-away. (see where my love of the outdoors spawns from?)
our celebration will have to wait.
in the meantime....
i have been thinking about blogging (again) lately. partly because it is a part of my creative outlet these days, which plays so much into the little parts of nicola i get to enjoy mingled in with the bulk of my day that is mom. can blogging be considered writing? i mean...right now i say "i blog" but could i also say "i write?"
either way, in thinking about the blogging and worrying about my preschooler and fretting about my mothering and hearing about mommy blogging in the news (i don't consider myself one, but mike says i am) and so on, i wandered back through my blog posts and observed a shift.
somewhere along the way, my blogging style shifted slightly and my posting time line changed. (i discovered that i could schedule a post in advance and i switched to a daily post, rather than multiple posts per day. i have less time to blog and no-one needs to read all my babble, anyway. just some of it!)
but perhaps the biggest change has been who reads this blog. i am not quite sure when or why, but i have noticed the bulk of the comments are now from new friends i have made in the blogging universe....people i have not met in person. fewer and fewer of the people in my real life, who once commented often, have continued commenting. some, i know, still read this blog, based on emails or conversations, but some have simply stopped checking in here.
and then...there are those who read but never comment. my paternal grandma follows this blog and emails me when she has something special to share in response. (she sent an email in response to yesterday's dress, telling my about my great-grandparents' creativity!) and mike chats with me in person about my blog posts. he rarely types a comment, but he loves this blog simply because he can click to it at work and feel like he is sharing some part of the day with us.
and that, alone, makes posting here an extra important part of my day.
as for my birthday-celebrating dad? my mom has to tell him to come read my blog.
