At first glance, I'm sitting in a hot little bedroom surrounded by clean laundry, dirty laundry, naked dolls, unopened mail, and water bottles. My nervous system is about 67% fried. I'm looking down the barrel of another long evening in which various puzzles must be solved: dinner-time, bed-time, tooth-brushing, clean-up, and connection with the kids' father, Keith.
I could go deep into the details of where I am now as it relates to my environment, my health, my body, or my state-of-mind. I could describe my position on the overall path of my life, or how far down my to-do list I am.
Instead, I'll zoom in on one particular time-space point:
Right now, at 4:30 pm on August 26th, 2019, I commit to blogging my way through "Motherhood Express: 40 Questions for Newborn Moms." I'll speak to one question per day, for better or worse, rain or shine. Because while my mothering skills present on a spectrum from excellent to dreadful, telling the truth is something I can do consistently.
I should add that I've journaled and video-logged my way through The 40 Questions many times. I've worked alone, in partnership with other mothers, and in group settings. I believe in the power of self-expression completely, and have felt the positive impact of every question I've answered, every time I've answered it.
I commit to blogging my way through the questions so that there will be a written record of this process on a platform other than my own copy of the journal, various notebooks, text threads, and napkins.
I commit to exposing myself, hard truths and all, because motherhood in America is a gold mine of pit falls.
I commit to sharing Motherhood Express with moms because we need all the space (and the grace) we can get.
See you tomorrow.