We get caught up in the day to day, moving from one bullet point to the next on an endless To Do list. In the process of trying to be efficient, it's easy to lose out on many of the joys of life. Then one day, you look up and realize how much time has passed. Forgive me, blogspot, for I have committed the sin of neglect; it has been months since my last post.
Why? Where have we been? Simple...raising 5 teenagers, running a household, working more hours than we should. In other words, nose to the grindstone, duty calling, forgetting to put on our own oxygen mask first during times of turbulence. We need to rethink that mentality .
For me, this blog has always been therapy, a way to help me celebrate, process, and chronicle our journey as a family. In the last several months, as our teenagers are transitioning to young adulthood, it felt at times like writing about them would be a violation of their privacy. To be honest, the road to independence is a bumpy one. As our kids strive to define themselves as adults, there are less heartwarming family bonding moments to chronicle and lots more challenging moments we'd rather not record for posterity. Don't get me wrong, we love our kids madly but snarky angst isn't all that therapeutic or fun to share with the world, is it? Not to mention our aforementioned crazy busy life...hence the hiatus from blogging.
It's time for a change. I'm still Alphamama but my pack of wolf pups have grown into 5 wonderful, maddening, snarky, changeable young adults between 18-20 years old. Two are negotating college/work pursuits. One is poised on the brink, ready to graduate high school and enter college in a few short months. Two still have a couple years of high school left but are testing the waters of first jobs and are thinking of the future. They're all still under our roof, all with one foot planted in childhood and the other in adulthood. It's a different kind of adventure for all of us.
Here's my new perspective. It's time to return to my blogging as therapy, not just as Alphamama to my young pack but as Dee, wife of my DH, and a person who has a name. Let this serve as notice... this blog's not just about you any more, puppies! Let the therapy begin...