Well, I finally did it. When I first decided to start writing this blog, I set myself a goal to write an article every week, for one entire year. It’s not always been easy, or convenient. I’ve often struggled for ideas, energy and time. But here it is- one year of articles. Done.
The reason I wanted to pen one year of stories from our lives was simple: to create a kind of journal for my sons. Life has a way of scrolling by so quickly. There are details and opportunities that I miss every day. Writing about our life has in many ways forced me to slow down and become more observant.
A lot can happen in one year. There have been happy days and holidays, sick days and messy days. There were birthdays and celebrations. There were good news, sad news. There were days that dragged and days I feel that I entirely missed. I got promoted, I got made redundant, I started my own business.
I made new friends, said goodbye to others. Started relationships. Ended them. I’ve cried. I’ve made people cry. I’ve had moments of quiet pride; and quiet moments of terrible shame. I’ve questioned myself as a parent and as a woman. I’ve felt like I understood nothing. And then in fleeting little moments, I felt like I understood everything.
We’ve laughed a lot. We’ve played games, cooked together. Tried new parks and gone back to old ones. We read books, found new music. We’ve tried things for the first time. We’ve tried things for what I hope will be the last.
There have been cuddles. There have been fights. There were tears and apologies. There have been words I wish I could take back. There have been stupid things I swore I’d never do again; and then I did.
And there have been days that I wish I could have stayed in forever.
But it is all happening so quickly. That’s why I decided to write one year of it down. To mark the moments and search for some permanence in the details. Because if I don’t stop and think about every week, they just slip through my fingers like rain.
I was pregnant, and I couldn’t wait for them to be born. They were born and I couldn’t wait for them to start sleeping. They started sleeping and I couldn’t wait for them to walk. Then to start school… now suddenly I blink, and I have a son in high school! Everything in me is begging for the rush to stop.
Please just slow down, let me cup my hands and catch it. Because once we pass this moment, we won’t ever have it again. The world is so concerned with destinations; a flustered race towards some event. Waiting for something to happen.
What writing this blog has taught me is that the ‘something’ is now. If we just paused and opened our eyes, there are moments to write about within each day. Destinations happen all the time. Not just when the kids grow a bit more, or when I get more balance with work, or when we get through the school term.
I want to wake up inside of every moment and remember that I’m already there. The curtains are up and my life is happening now.
The encouragement and feedback of so many of you has been worth the world to me. Plenty of times I wondered if there was any reason to keep writing, and your kind words kept me going. Now, at the completion of ‘one year in our lives’, I am grateful for the humbling experience of being able to share so intimately from my life and family.
What next? The start of something new. I feel like I’ve said enough and I would like to start sharing content from other writers, god help us, maybe even professionals who actually know what they are talking about! I’m sure there will be moments that I will want to share; but overall, I am taking a step sideways and inviting other voices to the microphone.
I started this blog on Valentine’s, and it seems appropriate that I finish on the same day. Despite all the topics we’ve covered, and all the things that have happened and changed, there is one thing that remains untouched. Unaffected, for even one moment. My love for those boys. My commitment to make their lives better. The hope I carry that they grow into good men.
As I take a step back from writing weekly, I can genuinely say that I am proud of all the words that captured our year. Because it showed me that even though so much happens in twelve months, so much more can happen in one moment if we just learn to look for the stories.
That is what I have learnt in one year of writing. So much is always happening. What a shame it would be to miss it all, because I’m always looking to the horizon, wondering about what is going to happen next.
Next is now. Thank you all for reading.