When I knew it all…

When Marc and I got married and especially when we began having children, there were many things on my list of things that I will never do. The list included using the tv as a babysitter, and never having a gaming system in our home.

I must admit. I was wrong.

Bless the experts who say the tv is bad for our kids… but let’s see a study on how tv is good for Mom’s! In all honesty, we have, with the exception of one year of satellite tv, kept the plug pulled on live television. But we have a killer collection of talking vegetables, bears, and dogs. And I have to say… thank you God for them. Sometimes it is just much better for the kids to sit zoned out in front of the tv than to have to deal with the emotional wrath of Mama.

Then there is the gaming system. I’m still not sure how it happened, but now we have a PS2, and we all (including me) have logged some serious hours of play. I realized the other day when Marc and I were praying, and we both began to use Lego Starwars to describe what was going on, that my life has been changed dramatically.

Perhaps I should go back and pull out my list of all knowing convictions that I made with each pregnancy, and see what I’m going to get to do next.

The beginning

This blog has been in the beginning stages for five months now. How many times can you change your template? Why no posts until now? Perfectionism. I think about blogging often… just like I think about dusting. But then I quickly fill my plate with expectations of perfection followed with a second plate of fear of disappointing…. others, others expecations and preconceived notions, myself.

So let me begin my public blog experience by saying that this will be imperfect writing, inconsistent writing, sometimes irreverant writing, and if you think I’m doing it for anyone but myself, you are mistaken. I do hope that some will enjoy whatever I end up writing about. But I am not writing a family history. I am not writing a treatise on parenting or homeschooling. I am not writing about how to survive your first year as a church planter, or how to be a better wife to an extraverted extravert. Although, I’m sure all of this will come up.

I am making the fifteen minutes to post my first blog today because of two friends, mainly, and my ever faithful husband. Thanks for starting your own blog, Elisa. When I grow up I want to be like you. Robbi, when we were talking about roles last night, ‘writer’ was the last thing on my mind. When you described me that way, you simulataneously took the wind from my sails, and filled them up with fresh air. Marc, you’ve been telling me that this is part of me for as long as I’ve known. If everyone could have even just one of one you three friends in their lives…. gutsy, freedom, vision, color.