Why am I here?

I've been thinking about writing this blog for about six months now. My nest has been "empty" for a year and half and the journey has been anything but easy. I've learned a ton and have so much more to go. It is my hope to post about the joys, the tears, the boys (I have two daughters) and the fears that go with being a mom whoose babies are all grown up.

If you stumble on this blog, I hope you'll hang out and join me in this journey. I've been told I'm a funny gal at times, other times I know I can ramble. Here you'll get me as I am ... at the moment. Raw and real. Perhaps we'll grow together in this journey of motherhood. Some days you may get strength from me and other days I hope to learn from you.

One of the things I've learned in my 18 months of rearranging this nest we call home is best said by the infamous Erma Bombeck --

When mothers talk about the depression of the empty nest, they're not mourning the passing of all those wet towels on the floor, or the music that numbs your teeth, or even the bottle of capless shampoo dribbling down the shower drain. They're upset because they've gone from supervisor of a child's life to a spectator. 

What an eye-opening thought and really captures so much. Erma was an amazing woman and her wisdom transcends her own life.

This blog is one of my New Year's resolutions. I feel like it will help me in my growth as a mom and woman. My nest isn't empty, it's just been rearranged. I have two adult daughters and a new son-in-law, plus a husband. Can't forget him. <grin>

Tomorrow's another day. This blogging journey has begun. I hope you're intrigued enough to come back and walk with me. I know I look forward to it.