On being a mummy blogger

Once more it has been quite some time since I last wrote something here. Not because I haven’t had anything to say, and even less because nothing has happened… Quite to the contrary, at the moment I’m finding motherhood to be quite like a rollercoaster ride: incessant, relentless, with some quieter moments which lull you into calm only to be able to throw you upside down with even greater force right after… I never expected being a mummy of two to be easy, but I would be lying if I said that I was prepared for how overwhelming it feels at times. When things go at such a fast pace, it is very hard, almost impossible, to sit down and think, let alone write about it!

And yet, write I feel I must. I’d been feeling for a while that I was really missing my blog, and worrying that I was letting good writing opportunities pass me by (when I say ‘good’ here, I’m referring to things that are memorable, that I would want to commit to memory, and memory is at a premium these days, seeing that baby brain has pretty much torn it to pieces…). And the day before yesterday, something happened: as I was getting ready to go to sleep at night, I was musing about my ‘mummy-blogging’ and feeling wistful about having put my writing on the back burner once again. So I prayed, and asked  God to give me the inspiration and the will to take it up again.

What happened the next morning was entirely unexpected. As I do most mornings, as soon as I woke up, I picked up my phone to check my emails (it wouldn’t be unfair to call me a little bit of an addict…).  And the first first email I found when was one telling me that a friend tagged me on Facebook with just these words: ‘What about Woods of White?’ I was flabbergasted. I am still learning to listen to God’s voice, and I can imagine that skeptical responder might object that this is mere coincidence… It wouldn’t be the first time that someone told me that my view of theology is skewed, and that surely God can’t bother with the little things (To that, I would respond that surely ‘big’ and ‘little’ things are one and the same to God, since he is outside or beyond space and time, so it is unlikely that he uses our scale to assess the magnitude or importance of things). As far as I am concerned, if ever there was a sign, an answer to prayer, a moment of being called by name, I believe this was one!

I felt that this deserved a post all of its own. The little Facebook tag (for which I am so grateful) was just what I needed to kick me back into action. I feel I have learned so much over the last while, and I have so many things that I want to put into writing and, perhaps, share with others who might be interested in reading them. So here I am… I’m back to mummy-blogging, so watch this space…!