I was reminded today of why I blog - or why I used to blog.
My friend's son offered to buy her some new shoes. She was as we all are sometimes - admiring a pair of shoes that were pretty but didn't pay the bills so they would have to wait - and her sweet son wanted to buy them for her.
She didn't let him. She is one of the best mamas I know. I can't think of anything she has ever done that I would do differently where children are concerned. She has raised and is raising exceptional children. I admire her - much.
But I would have let my son buy those shoes for me. Yep, I would have. I can think of plenty good things that would come from that sacrifice from him.
And joy. Hopefully it would bring him joy.
Okay, so maybe I would be thinking more of myself and she was thinking more of her son but we won't go there cause that's not the point.
The point is that I was reminded why I blog. The conversation made me remember something that happened last week, except I couldn't remember it. Maxster did something super sweet and six-year-oldish and I can't remember what it was. I remember thinking I need to write that down before I forget it but sometimes I have more faith in myself than I should and I did forget it.
If I don't begin to write again I'll never remember things like the morning of Delia's wedding I popped a pill to prevent a virus I felt coming that I had just cleaned up from 48 hours earlier in a panic that I might take it and that the pill made me so loopy and sleepy that my pictures are so bad from the wedding that I had to use the touch-up tool in Photoshop to make myself look partially presentable for this my first child's wedding day pics.
That was a secret - the Photoshop part - so it's not exactly the kind of stuff I'm talking about - but you get the picture.
I think I'll take my son to the store and admire a pair of shoes and see what kind of job I'm doing - as long as I keep him away from the Nerf gun (or any kind of gun) aisle I might have a chance.