I can relate

Welcome to my very first blog! I'm not sure what to say. Imagine all of the whole Internet world just waiting on words to fly from my nimble little fingers and be found in a search by accident...kind of a lot of pressure for a first time blogger.

So what do I write about? I read one of those how to blog things that said you should choose a topic you are passionate and knowledgeable about but I don't think that will work for me. I cannot be expected to be passionate about the same thing all the time because I am way too random. Some days I am passionate about getting a craft project done and some days I am just passionate about getting through the day without ending up on the local news or committing some faux pas that would send my kids to therapy.

So, you may be asking why I would want to blog. I don't have anything really wise to say and I'm not an expert on any subject. I know a little about a lot of things but I don't know a lot about anything except raising kids. I have more experience at that than any sane person ever has.


 I have two brothers who are much younger than I am.

                                        From left to right: Me, David, and Cyrus

Here we are all grown up. This was a couple of Christmases ago and someone should have told me I was just a pair of goggles and a leather swim cap away from looking like Charles Lindbergh.

Anyway, I "helped raise" them as it is best described by myself and my parents. Don't misinterpret, my parents never prostituted me to get formula money and they never left me alone with them for weeks while they went on vacation, but I had to help a lot. I didn't have the mental scar inducing responsibilities that many young people today have with younger siblings, but I have been able to feed, clothe, diaper, bathe and soothe a baby in addition to being able to clean up all forms of bodily excretions without puking since before I could put my own hair in a ponytail.

 David was born when I ten and he never slept. That kid could take a 20 minute nap and be awake for the next 25 hours. If he were born today, most parents would medicate him. When Daddy told me they were expecting Cy, I was devastated and told them had to find a new hobby. David and I  shared a room and that kid NEVER slept. He finally slept all night the night Cy came home from the hospital. He was 19 months old and I swore I would never have children. But then, I went on to have 4 of my own.

 

From left to right: Joshua, Me, Garrett (our son-in-law), Shelby, Taylor and Caleb (in front)

 

 After examining my credentials and experiences and what I could share with the world, I guess the only thing I am qualified to blog about is me and my life. No one is more passionate about that or knows more about it than I do.

So, why would you want to read a blog about my life? I am also a hairdresser which is, for many people, akin to a therapist or bartender only less educated and more sober. Putting a cutting cape on someone is like giving them a dose of truth serum.  People won't lie about much when they are wearing a cutting cape. Most people are very honest about their struggles and because of this, I have discovered we are all the same. I can relate to some aspect of every life that sits in my chair and when we relate, we realize we aren't alone in whatever our struggle is. Some days we may laugh. Some days we may mourn. Some days we may discover the answer. Some days we may only find more questions. But in all of this, we will see how we relate.