Over the weekend I read a new post from Amy Roberts, a mommy blogger I follow. In speaking of the importance of living an offline life, Amy made a statement that resonated well with me:
Lynnette Kraft, another blogger I read, once said it this way:
Here at Des Moines Moms Blog, our mission isn’t just about the online world. It’s largely about what’s happening offline, too. As convenient, helpful, and fun as blogs and social media are, we know that REAL LIFE is what matters most. To borrow Lynnette’s phrase, we blog because we live—because YOU live—and not the other way around.
As I sat down to write this post, my heart felt full… of no one thing in particular, but simply of LIFE. On the other side of this screen, LIFE is happening to me—and to YOU—at every moment of every day. Sometimes life is more interesting and enjoyable than other times; but at all times it is meant to be SHARED.
In real life, LIFE is happening to me; and it fills my heart to overflowing, spilling out through my fingertips and onto this page. While I can’t “share” life with all of you in the physical, present sense, I do find much satisfaction in sharing it here on the blog… in letting my words be inspired by my life.
And what my heart dictates I share with you today is just that. LIFE….
In real life, I am in a constant struggle to find balance among all the good things that vie for my time and attention. I spent a day and a half last week working on a sewing project for the girls’ dolls but once again failed to spend the five minutes it would have taken to fix the loose button on my husband’s shorts (which has rendered them unwearable since… the end of last summer…).
In real life, I felt loved and cherished when my husband voluntarily took this past Friday off work so he could take the family to the Mall of America… and when he stayed up late the next night helping me to catch up on the housework that had waited until then because I had been busy playing American Girls with our daughters.
In real life, circumstances tugged at my heartstrings when Isabel fell flat on her chin on the gymnasium floor Saturday, leaving her in obvious need of stitches. And when the Urgent Care nurse offensively balked at my intention to bring my husband and other three children into the room with me because “there was so much stuff to get into back there, especially with ‘so many’ kids,” my resolve to let their good behavior prove her wrong was as sure as my desire to not face the stitching alone.
LIFE is happening, in your life and in mine. It comes with struggles and successes, with the lovable and the not-so-lovely. Life gives us the good and the bad, but it’s all made better when we live it together.