Limitations of this Medium
How do you take a little thing you've always done and continue doing it when time marches on and you begin to see that in so many ways it could be better? Being married to the "god of digital media" (as Geoff was described in the credits of one of the senior films), I understand this is normal-- you want things to be user-friendly but to be slick and cool and beautiful at the same time.
I remember sitting in our coat closet-turned-Mac desk on St. Rose St. Geoff was presenting this idea of the "blog" to me. He set one up for me as a First-Mother's Day gift. Living in Boston, I had folks I wanted to update about our babies. I had so much to tell, my whole world was changing with the transition to motherhood. I used to send out these "baby mails," emails about Manny--rambling musings about all of his firsts, gushily grieving about the end of our honeymoon phase, and how I was finding my footing in the neighborhood parenting-scene. When I read these posts, I have to laugh. I was a little myopic and diva-esque, qualities I struggle to shake.
He transferred the content of these emails into a web log and showed me how simple this was all going to be. I embraced that folks could visit the blog when they wanted to, hoe my own little row and not worry with hit counts, counting on faith that my college roomies and my mom and sibs would faithfully check my posts. And mostly, these folks are for whom I write-- but also, that drooly baby I used to prop up on pillows and endlessly photograph, can now read. And soon he will be able to read my posts. For goodness sake, he will be able to post himself!
It occurs to me that I can write so that my kids will read my words and trace my path into motherhood. Whatever they choose to do, and the timeline they choose, they can see themselves and identify their mother finding her sometimes struggling, sometimes managing, one crazy day at a time. Hopefully, they will see that the whole time I was just holding dixie cups at the fountain of God's grace, trying to catch some for me, trying to catch some to give.
All this to say that there are so many slick and beautiful and elegantly-designed blogs in the ether. I'm just going to keep going as I can, trying to get it all down.
I remember sitting in our coat closet-turned-Mac desk on St. Rose St. Geoff was presenting this idea of the "blog" to me. He set one up for me as a First-Mother's Day gift. Living in Boston, I had folks I wanted to update about our babies. I had so much to tell, my whole world was changing with the transition to motherhood. I used to send out these "baby mails," emails about Manny--rambling musings about all of his firsts, gushily grieving about the end of our honeymoon phase, and how I was finding my footing in the neighborhood parenting-scene. When I read these posts, I have to laugh. I was a little myopic and diva-esque, qualities I struggle to shake.
He transferred the content of these emails into a web log and showed me how simple this was all going to be. I embraced that folks could visit the blog when they wanted to, hoe my own little row and not worry with hit counts, counting on faith that my college roomies and my mom and sibs would faithfully check my posts. And mostly, these folks are for whom I write-- but also, that drooly baby I used to prop up on pillows and endlessly photograph, can now read. And soon he will be able to read my posts. For goodness sake, he will be able to post himself!
It occurs to me that I can write so that my kids will read my words and trace my path into motherhood. Whatever they choose to do, and the timeline they choose, they can see themselves and identify their mother finding her sometimes struggling, sometimes managing, one crazy day at a time. Hopefully, they will see that the whole time I was just holding dixie cups at the fountain of God's grace, trying to catch some for me, trying to catch some to give.
All this to say that there are so many slick and beautiful and elegantly-designed blogs in the ether. I'm just going to keep going as I can, trying to get it all down.
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