Ok, so it’s March of 2011 and in keeping with the Rudolph 12 Step Program, nine months later, I am officially taking the step of putting an entry into the blog. A blog. One of those things that I said that I would never do and couldn’t understand why others wanted to do them either. Why would anyone want to air their business on the the web? Really? My mom always said that you should never write your private business down as it could come back to haunt you. I think that’s good advice. And yet, here I am, writing a blog.
It all started with Oliver. Since he came into our lives in April of 2009, many statements have begun that way. The stomach bug, a virus, complete depletion of our health care spending, ruined carpet, or any other number of things one could substitute “it” for in that sentence. It started with Oliver. He was hospitalized at LeBonheur for his entire fourth month of life. During that time, I maintained a Care Page for him. It was very therapeutic for me to write during that time and I have often wanted to add to it. Recently, I went back and read the contents of the Care Page. I can honestly say that I don’t even recognize many of the words. It reminds me of the poem “Footprints.” As I look back at that time, preserved in the blog/Care Page, there are clearly only one set of footprints. The Lord was definitely carrying us. It encouraged me to go back and see how mightily He had moved during that difficult time. My mind knew it, but my heart needed the reminder.
With Oliver about to turn two, Nadie quickly approaching six, homeschooling, church, and other activities, life is busy. And with some other difficult things that have happened recently, sometimes life is just plain hard. I know I won’t remember these times. I honestly couldn’t tell you what we did yesterday. That is why I am going to give the blog a try. Not only for the therapeutic aspect to me, but also to hopefully preserve some memories of our life in the here and now. Maybe one day I will look back on this blog entry on this phase of life and smile. Maybe one day my kids will look back at it and understand why I am crazy. Maybe one day I will just need a reminder that as I am writing this, Oliver is trying to climb out the dog door and Nadie is playing with her baby dolls. Whatever the case, I know one day I will look back and there will only be one set of footprints.
