Photo by Pink Sherbert Photography
You know it's harder than Mrs. G. thought to sustain a blog without relying on the daily business of motherhood, because of course her children, like yours, are the most interesting, humorous, sparkling individuals to walk the planet. When she appraises the value of her life, they are pure profit, undoubtedly her greatest investment. Period.
And this next sentence does not start with but...
There are moments, like now, when Mrs. G. struggles to find subjects revolving around her that seem of interest, worthy of being written, which isn't altogether a bad thing because she is not extraordinarily scintillating, no more than you...trust her on this. Plus she falls down a lot...not mentally or spiritually, like on the ground. And it's crucial to know that what she's describing isn't tinged with self-deprecation or sadness or, really, anything beyond the reality of realizing she needs to be it. She's not sure this is going to make a lick of sense, because being it has stingy, greedy undertones. Mrs. G. hopes you get her it because it is about giving, to yourself and everyone around you. She is going to lie awake tonight worrying this will be read as narcissistic, vanilla, vapid pabulum but she'll roll the dice because, tonight, she is a gambling woman.
Her goal is to be one every day. That's it.
*Thanks for the better title, Small Town Me