Wednesday, June 3, 2009

"I SEE" said the blind man who could not see at all.

EUREKA!! I think I've got it. Remember in one of my last somewhat melancholy posts that I didn't really know why I have a blog? I know why! Do you want to know too? (Admit've hardly been able to get a decent nights sleep since I said it. lol)

IT"S YOU!! (and a little me)

I was so touched by the response from people I had never met who took the time out of their busy lives to lend a listening ear and a write a kind response.
And what a sweet little birdie who told her friends to stop by!! Oh how I wish we lived in the same town Kristin. I think I would like to be your new best friend. You are such a thoughtful person. Thank you.

I realized that the older I get, the more exclusive I have gotten. I just don't go out as much as I use to. I would rather stay home than go shopping. I don't look forward to outings as much as I use to. I chalked this up to age and decided it was ok. But maybe it's not.
Maybe this blog is a way to connect with something (without leaving the comfort of my easy chair). It is like a little window to the outside world when I am just not feeling like leaving my nest. It is a transition period between my active mothering stage and the time when I am going to have to go back out into the world as just me, myself.....not the MOMshell but just Shell. I know that it will be good for me to discover that part of me again,
but for now, I am enjoying the ability to be in my home mothering my last chick.
So for now, I blog.
And I meet great people like you.
And I sit in my worn, comfortable easy chair.
And I plan for the future.
P.S. Reason #2 My sister said I made her cry and that she was proud of me. Right back at you precious. Your picture should be listed under the definition of what a big sister should be. In fact I think it already is.
P.S.S. The title of this post is something my grandma Elgie use to say all of the time. Now when ever any one says, "I see" I have the urge to say it. She was a pistol. I miss her.

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JUST ME, THE MOM said...


I wish we lived in the same town too :) I'm glad you blog! I always look forward to reading the things you right. I think that's what I like about blogging, I've seldom been very good at keeping a journal, I just couldn't imagine who would ever want to read it. But it keeps me going most days realizing we're all in the same boat pretty much :)


JUST ME, THE MOM said...

Me again,

for heaven's sake, my fingers and brain are not totally engage tonight, anyone want to follow me around and edit for me :)


Victoria said...

I'm right behind you Kristin. Anything you drop, I'll pick up:)

I don't always treat my blog like a journal. Often it is like a series of essays. Or random thoughts. But I always try to make sure it is the real me. And even if only my kids read it, I feel like I am connecting with them in a real way. And there are a handful of really amazing people, like Kristin, and Cherie, and Carolyn... and you... that I have "met" through blogging, that I know are my friends even if we never see each other in person. And I think they are true friends. I think that if I told Kristin that one of my kids in Utah needed help, she would get in her car and go do something, just as I would if she said one of her kids in California needed something. Isn't that interesting? You can find sisters all over the place.

You mentioned in your sad post that you weren't sure why numbers should matter. But in a way, they do. You need to know that your words matter to someone. And they do!

Heidi said...

Thank you Shelley...
More than proud to be your sister too! Keep on writing, if only for my enjoyment and entertainment! :D