PSA

I seemed to have lost my old voice – the one where I wrote effortlessly and sweetly about my children. I feel like I don’t even know who that person was. Which is odd. And sad. And, I am a little frustrated by it, because I want to get that view back. I want to be light again. I want to see the humor in all of the situations, but it’s been hard. It’s actually a little painful to listen to my laugh in old videos of my kids – not because it’s annoying (because it is) – but because that person is happy. I don’t really laugh like that now. Maybe I will again? I really hope so.

Last night I was putting the boys to sleep, and they were both stalling, as they do sometimes. To calm them down I asked if they wanted to hear stories about when they were little. They love those stories. So I started to tell them – one for Abe, one for Sam. I told Abe that I have been writing letters to them since they were babies. He raised his eyebrows and said, “You do!? Do you still write to us?” And, really, that’s all I needed for motivation. 

I owe it to them to try.

So, please bear with me as I struggle to find my voice again and fill you in on my kids. Writing has been hard lately, but maybe this will help. After all, I can't let Abe down.