Someone once told me that they didn't enjoy reading my blog as much any more because I've gotten a little too mommy-blogger-y. It's bothersome to hear something not nice about yourself; but I was equally annoyed when I considered the truth in it. I now use this space to wax philosophical on all the life lessons I'm learning from little bundles of joy; and I suppose that makes the most sense to other mothers. Maybe my writing isn't as deep or broad. I never intended to pigeon-hole myself or to exclude anyone. It's just, what do you do with a blog if you're not drawing inspiration from where you are?
So there couldn't have been a better time to finally notice a quote on one of the walls inside the Denver Art Museum: "Art grows out of each particular situation, and I believe that artists are better off working with whatever their environment throws up."(El Anatsui)
Oh, yes. It makes sense that you work with what's around you; but it also makes sense that doing so brings out your best. When I started blogging, newly married, still a young professional about Denver, I was in a tough place emotionally. It was like the starting line of my "path to self-discovery" if you will; and I'm further along that journey now. I'm not self-actualized or anything. But I'm better off enough that the writing and thoughts I was churning out then just couldn't be any more, even if I tried. I'm simply not that girl.
Today, I am a mother. I'm still a writer. I'm just a writer who has children. And well, every artist has her muse; I happen to turn to my kids for inspiration. It's just: They're so gosh darn beautiful and incredible. I can say that because they're my babies and any other mom would say that about their babies. Since I've been given the capability to put feelings into words, why wouldn't I take some of the biggest and greatest feelings I've ever felt and make a blog about them?
The most exciting part about this to me is that, twenty years from now, God-willing I'm still writing, what I'm able to produce will be entirely different all over again. I'll be a different person in a different place with different sources of inspiration. I like that thought. I like that we're always growing and changing and seeing things differently. I'm glad that life doesn't stale--not if we don't allow it to. We can move through life's steps and glean new knowledge and see new wonders.
And become new. We can always be becoming new.
I might use adventures in motherhood to convey all this right now; but that's the real meaning of it. There's beauty in life and always a chance for a fresh outlook. In my case, thank God that I did become a mother (or mom-blogger, what have you) so I could have this revelation.
Like I said: life lessons from bundles of joy.