Hello again,
My blog has been out of commission for a bit because I discovered my 16 year old stepson was reading it. I immediately shut everything down as I thought it was too much information for him to be learning about his father. But after I spoke with his mother, and then my therapist, I thought it was most likely healing for him to have read about stuff that he can relate to. I have not written any lies, nor am I writing a hate blog about my ex. My intention is to write about my life as a single mom, and like my own son, my stepson is also the son of a single mom. So I am back and opening my blog up to the general public again. I now have the awareness to be more mindful of who my audience might be. And I'm hoping that after the initial dose, most of my blog will be boring to a sixteen year old boy anyway...
For example, I just got home from a school field trip with my son and a bunch of other three and four year olds. We took a bus ride for two and a half hours to go apple picking in the pouring rain for one hour and then get back on the bus for a couple more hours. I thought I was going to implode with the sheer frustration of it all, but I survived and here are some pics to prove it:
And then once we were back at home in our familiar city digs, my son went to his dad's house for the night. And, ahem, his dad's girlfriend is in town, sleeping over while my son is there. Arhhh...it's all big stuff for me. Maybe some of you who have more experience with that than I do and can leave some comments for me, please?
A friend reminded me recently that my son is not my property. Yep, good reminder, he has his own life path with many people on it. I also have my life path and can be distracted by all the stuff people "do to me" or I can do what I really need to do, which is focus on my creative stuff again. And I really need to get some creative work going. That is also why I started up my blog again. It's been super healing and healthy for me to write. Plus, while writing was always something I considered myself really terrible at (it used to take me ages to even write my name on a paper, let alone string my thoughts together) surprisingly, it's now become my creative outlet. And while I would appreciate the help of an editor, writing is no longer so torturous for me and that feels great (and is even proof that things do change)!
I was reading about people born on my birth date (Jan 3, 1970) and the first line was: You are an artist.
Reading that jolted me back into myself. So hello, I am back...and still need to get to my b.u.t.t. to my friend's ceramic studio!!!!!
Be bold and carry on,
XO
Single Momista
My blog has been out of commission for a bit because I discovered my 16 year old stepson was reading it. I immediately shut everything down as I thought it was too much information for him to be learning about his father. But after I spoke with his mother, and then my therapist, I thought it was most likely healing for him to have read about stuff that he can relate to. I have not written any lies, nor am I writing a hate blog about my ex. My intention is to write about my life as a single mom, and like my own son, my stepson is also the son of a single mom. So I am back and opening my blog up to the general public again. I now have the awareness to be more mindful of who my audience might be. And I'm hoping that after the initial dose, most of my blog will be boring to a sixteen year old boy anyway...
For example, I just got home from a school field trip with my son and a bunch of other three and four year olds. We took a bus ride for two and a half hours to go apple picking in the pouring rain for one hour and then get back on the bus for a couple more hours. I thought I was going to implode with the sheer frustration of it all, but I survived and here are some pics to prove it:
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| Our "pick your own" bags of apples |
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| The view behind us as we run for shelter on the bus |
And then once we were back at home in our familiar city digs, my son went to his dad's house for the night. And, ahem, his dad's girlfriend is in town, sleeping over while my son is there. Arhhh...it's all big stuff for me. Maybe some of you who have more experience with that than I do and can leave some comments for me, please?
A friend reminded me recently that my son is not my property. Yep, good reminder, he has his own life path with many people on it. I also have my life path and can be distracted by all the stuff people "do to me" or I can do what I really need to do, which is focus on my creative stuff again. And I really need to get some creative work going. That is also why I started up my blog again. It's been super healing and healthy for me to write. Plus, while writing was always something I considered myself really terrible at (it used to take me ages to even write my name on a paper, let alone string my thoughts together) surprisingly, it's now become my creative outlet. And while I would appreciate the help of an editor, writing is no longer so torturous for me and that feels great (and is even proof that things do change)!
I was reading about people born on my birth date (Jan 3, 1970) and the first line was: You are an artist.
Reading that jolted me back into myself. So hello, I am back...and still need to get to my b.u.t.t. to my friend's ceramic studio!!!!!
Be bold and carry on,
XO
Single Momista
