Blowing Up Instagram

Really? I'm the mom that blogs now?

I guess so. It's happening. I'm the mom with no adult interaction all day, so this is my outlet.
I'm the mom who knows I'm not alone, and I'd like to journey with others.
I'm the mom that loves Jesus and journaling. I owe that to my own mother. It's cool to look back and see how far He's brought you.
I'm also the mom that blows up instagram- and I don't apologize for it. I'll probably be doing it well into the season of my life in which I'm a InstaGramma. Though by then, the images will probably teleport from my brain waves. Who knows? #technology

It's not that I think my kid is the most amazing kid to ever cross the street. She's not Jesus. She doesn't sneak out of the house to go and sit at the feet of our pastor, eager to hear all the wondrous things about God. We aren't there.... yet. She does say "a-nen" at the end of our bedtime prayers and I think it's the cutest thing since Lucas the Spider. 

It's not that I take a hundred pictures of her a day and then crop out the ones I don't like. I keep them all... and it's a real problem. It's just .... I love her so friggin' much and I'm bursting with excitement over being her Mommy!!!!! Don't get me wrong- my kid does bad things, too. Just now, she screamed at me because I wouldn't let her play "Hide My Feet in Mommy's Bra" while I changed her diaper. Ok, kid. I get that you're innovative and have such a brilliant and original mind, but these toenail scrapes across my chest are a bit alarming. She does more good than bad, though. I'll be sure to share both exciting and embarrassing moments so you don't think I'm the Virgin Mary.

I guess the real reason I'm blogging has to do with the fact that I've not been documenting the things I love most about her. I don't want to be old and decrepit one day, forgetting how her feet used to curl and wave in the air while she watched The Mother Goose Club on Netflix. I don't want to forget that her favorite game was Closet Monster or The Tickling Lobster Clamp. I want to remember it all, while saving a little time to talk about my own growth as well. I want to remember how Jesus had a hand in it all. And I'm a sharer. I like sharing my life with others:)

I hope that someone who's on the same path or in the same season can relate and delight in my stories along the way.