It was cathartic for me. Besides, it kept all our family and friends better in touch with us since we move so much. In turn, I felt more connected to everyone.

I thought I seriously loved writing. There was a portion of truth to that too. I do enjoy writing, but I don’t think it was just the writing that was making me so happy. It was what I was writing ABOUT. You know how when you have kids that’s all you can think to talk about? Or a new puppy, or even simply a new hobby that’s challenging you? Whatever it is that you pour yourself into, that’s what it is you want to talk about. Desperately.

I NEEDED to talk about being a mom to these boys, and not in a judgey-I have all the answers- kind of way. Don’t you hate that? There is nothing more obnoxious to me than a person who is married to her specific parenting philosophy and thinks everyone else is doing it wrong and she knows how to do it better.

“I potty trained my kids in a day.”

Insert serious eye rolling. Um, no you didn’t. Yes, your child may have peed on the potty on day one and had no accidents on day 2, but honey you just wait. Day 4 everything is going to hit the fan, and the rest of us are going to be secretly happy, since you had to go and brag about it.

Well, you get the idea. I won’t spoil this post with my bitter feelings…

Gradually, my kids got older. Then their friends’ parents ran out and bought their 10-year-olds iPhones, and suddenly it matters what I write about on my blog because my children could face the repercussions of that.

Now it’s one thing to have their friends tease them because of what I wrote about faith or baking a cake, but it’s a totally different thing to be ridiculed about what your mother said about YOU.

Don’t worry. My children have NOT been persecuted about anything I said to this point, but the fact is it could happen. I cannot talk about them on my blog anymore.

And that’s when blogging stopped being fun. I don’t want to blog about my favorite recipes or how many different stores I had to visit before I finally found the perfect dress. I only wanted to talk about my favorite thing: life as a mom, with these people I adore with my whole heart.

It turned out my life as a mom was actually the reason I loved writing. Mostly, I just love being a mom. Thanks to our current sky-high cultural expectations, I’m constantly feeling inferior because I am a house-keeping mom instead of a working mom, and I tried to find ways to use the blog to make money on the side. But the thing is I didn’t love that either.

Literally I only wanted to talk about how cute and funny our children are. Ha! And I can’t do that on the internet anymore, so I’ve blogged less and less frequently. Last year I almost decided to close the blog down altogether. I’ve considered it for this year too, but we shall see. You never know what the future holds.

Probably I will be back occasionally with a funny story or a fashion review, but what I’ve done in the past I cannot do any longer. I miss you all, and we hope you understand.

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