Ok, I Write Online Now.

I have been hastened to blog due to myriad thoughts that flood my brain as I consider the implications of one posting their personal details, photographs, intricate thoughts and world views on the web. The cowardice of the Internet has certainly brought regret to a number of well-meaning individuals desiring a public platform for a soapbox or two. This all has kept me somewhat elusive when it comes to social networking and the like.(However, you can now follow me on Twitter).

So how did I, a semi-web conspiracy theorist, become a blogger? Quite simple really. I know momma blogs are a dime-a-dozen out there, but I do know that there is no woman out there who has been momma to my son. No one sees him and learns through him like I do - just as the momma blogs I love are intrinsic to their own babies and perspectives. So yes, the day my son was born is the same day a new potential momma blogger was born. His sweet entrance into the world has given me insight that I desperately want to articulate before my mind permanently defaults to: "Where are the color crayons?"

"Did I pack enough snacks?" and "I wonder if there are any good clearance sale online for organic baby clothing?"

I do love to write. If I had vocal or musical capabilities, I would strum a guitar endlessly hoping to achieve music that would communicate how I see things. But the art in me is limited, and the closest I get is a semi-skilled ability to put a few words and phrases together in an effort to identify meaning. And I'm grateful for the concept of a web-log which allows me to "publish" the art in me in such a fanciful way.

I have to admit...I have been composing blog posts in my head for well over a year now. There is just something in me that wants to proclaim in writing that my son has discovered the toilet on his own and actually used it for the first time the other day. Then I laugh wondering what friends without children will think about how I'm captivated with the fact that the potty world goes hand-in-hand with the parenting world. I suppose it began when I was pregnant and sneezed in the grocery store at about 35 weeks along. Surely I didn't want anyone in the market to notice the seeping liquid on my skirt, but something in me wanted to type out the story for the world to see. I suppose that was a sign that I should just start my blog and be done with it.

My blog will likely surround my goal for the last year or so  - to be present; to live in each minute. How I will appreciate these moments recorded in writing...especially when I find myself wasting time wishing for a different house and regretting decisions from my youth. So here goes...

Hello blogger-sphere. Is that the correct word? I'm still (and always) learning.