I know, I almost never post and it is probably something that I should just abandon. I think it's the idea of posting that I can't release - at times, there are things that are so important to me, I want to take the time to reflect on them and/or to share (whether anyone is reading or not) but then, evening comes, I finally get the kids into bed and then, I haven't the energy to focus long enough to write. My evenings, of late, ha' dave been dedicated to either preparing for Christmas (I am utterly convinced that Christmas isn't meant to be so much work) or, on more relaxed evenings, listening to a book on Audible and knitting. I try to find 30 minutes or so for my knitting and instead of watching t.v., I try to listen and get some reading in at the same time. For the month of December, my book has been 11.22.63 by Stephen King, which is brilliant.
Every so often, I ponder what kind of purpose my blog should have. I'm not a food blogger - I like to cook but it tends to mostly be about fast and healthy around here and most recipes are not my own. My faith is very important to me but there are so many wise Christian women bloggers who are much more in touch with the interests of the world that there is nothing I could say that would be new or, frankly, all that interesting. I don't travel, I don't have any exciting hobbies or sports and really, my mom adventures aren't especially funny or insightful.
What I keep coming back to, and the thing that means the most to me, are my reading and my knitting. I know, not exactly the profile of an exciting person but truly, these are the things that give me the most pleasure. I love to read, I love finding books, I squeeze in as much reading as I can (my in-laws find it hilarious that I have found a way to use hair clips to keep my page open so I can read while I blow dry my hair in the morning) and my best times often involve either a bookstore, a package arriving through Abebooks or a book club meeting. My knitting is the way I take care of people, I think. My grandmother, who was probably my favourite person in the world and most definitely the person who gave me the strongest feeling of comfort in my life, was an avid and talented knitter and one of the ways she showed us that she loved us was through creating for us. I have such fond memories of hats, leg warmers and especially, her gorgeous socks and she always had needles in her hands. I think knitting has become so important to me precisely because it makes me feel connected to her. This year, for Christmas, many of my children's daycare teachers, skating coaches and babysitters received "dorm socks" (I'll do a post about that later) and I had so many compliments.
So, I think, for now, I am going to focus most of my writing on three things - my knitting projects, my reading and the books that I am enjoying with my children (which has become a huge part of our family life at this point in time). I hope that I will be able to find some time to write and to celebrate these special, small moments in my life and to create a place where I can remember things that bring me joy in the chaos of daily life.