Holla If Ya Hear Me

As I was finishing up writing my 111th blog post this morning, I realized I totally blasted past the celebration of my century post (which is nothing, I know, in this major era of blogsters). I kept watching the blog tally in the few weeks approaching this mega number and couldn't help feeling a bit excited with a side of accomplishment. I mean, I started typing this little bloggidy knowing good and well in the back of my head that I probably wouldn't keep it up, not due to lack of desire, but due to the congestion in my brain that tends to occur from the arm pulling business of being a mom, wife and nurse (sometimes). But here I am, and on this day, and the day after the major 100th post, I honestly forgot to notice the blog entry number and just typed along, content in my own little head world. 


So my awareness and conscious have been in full effect the past couple of days, and as I am sneaking up on my first year of blogging I just keep having these reoccurring, nagging thoughts of, should I keep this up, what is the point in all of it? 


Come on, we're moving, its back to reality and who wants to read about a mom who lives in suburbia (or wherever we end up), and that is, if anyone is even reading? I know my family reads, they would read and praise, mark me as genius no matter what I did (they've always been pretty awesome like that). Its hard not to notice the number of those reading or feed off of the comments readers leave. As I was looking back on old posts, what made them good, bad, funny, I read my first post ever:

Thursday, June 3

Lets Get This Party Started

I did it, I started blogging. Trendy, I know.  Couldn't help myself, life is too precious not to record this stuff! 

My main reason for starting this blog is to make sure our family, both near and far, can share in our life. I know I am not the blogging type, I am not a writer nor do I claim to be. I am using this blog as journal to record this beautiful life I have been blessed to live. I don't want to forget a single second. I also think it will be nice for the girls to look back and see what inspired and motivated me at this time in my life. So this blog is for our girls, my family, and me. Enjoy if you choose.

After taking this in, I gave up on the negativity, humbly reminded of why I am doing this, why I have let writing become a part of me, an outlet, a creative fix. I realized after looking back that it really doesn't matter who is reading or how many followers I have because this is all bigger than me. Recording our lives, our stories, our history is all for them; my family, and a blog just happens to be the medium. 


As I am rejuvenating and rebooting my focus, I keep reminding myself that I also want to give my children (girls and boy), a view of, "What inspired and motivated me at this time in my life.", (which I need to write more about by the way) (maybe I should put a sticky on the fridge reminding me since my memory and I haven't really been on good terms lately). I am finding a clear focus and purpose is a good thing. 

But I also hope the three of them realize after reading each and every post that they are a major part of what inspire and motivate me beyond my ability to put into words with their energy, their fire, curiosity, strength and awe inspiring way they are growing before my eyes into the newborns, toddlers, little kids they are destined to be. 

{insert photo of baby boy here}

I am refreshed, amped up, ready for my next one hundred posts in my attempts to record this breath taking life and thankful beyond words that I will always have my first post to keep me focused and motivated, reminding what its all about. So lets do this.