This Tiny Space

I never journaled as a kid/teenager. Well maybe a few "my boyfriend broke up with me" or "I hate my BFF" scribbles every now and then, but never consistent journaling and honestly? It makes me sad.

Mostly because I have an appallingly awful memory and don't remember a lot of things about my childhood. My mom will even bring up things we did and I have zero recollection of it.

See? Sad.

When blogging turned into a big thing, I didn't really pay much attention. I looked at it more of a attention seeking thing than a put my memories down somewhere thing.

I eventually started a blog called The Good Life and started writing about things Charlie and I did as a childless, married couple or crafts I would make.

I even managed to make a year book for that first year, but then my blog kind of died out. I didn't feel like I had anything worth recording to say, so I didn't say anything.

Then Phoebe came along and I decided to start this little blog for her memories.

I wrote only occasionally though because let's face it, trying to do anything when your a sleep deprived first time mommy is nearly impossible.

Then this blog started to die out as I got busier with my baby girl.

Then I started happening upon other mommy bloggers and my eyes were quickly opened to how fun blogging could be. I would read posts about how their little girl hated their halloween costume or how their beach vacation was.

I loved it. I started to feel like I knew the couple of bloggers I regularly read and more importantly, I didn't feel so alone in this new mommying thing.

I started to try to sit and write more posts more often to try to record some of my own thoughts or things Phoebe was up to, but the words still didn't come.

I suspect after reading other blog posts of people who had lots of followers I was feeling pressured to be funny and witty and inspiring every time I sat down to write.

It was like that until recently, when I went back to my original thinking of "I need to record our lives", that my posts became more frequent.

And others may think my posts are lame.

Or boring.

Or not inspiring enough.

But this is my little space and it's about jotting down the things that Phoebe is doing and the occasional whine about how rough this motherhood thing can be.

So blogging, I'm now embracing you as my memory keeper and perhaps a shoulder to cry on.

Get ready.