I’m going to preface this by saying I’m not qualified to talk about the subject I’m writing about. On top of that, it’s a new territory of writing for me, but it’s something I really want to write about for a moment and maybe touch on in the future with updates on newer games. I don’t know proper terms, what really makes a successful or “good” game other than the fact that I like it, or unbiased ways games might be bad.
“We did it! We’re engaged!” I say as if I had anything to do with it. I got to sit back and be surprised, while Micah went out of his way and did all the planning.
This time of year has always been my favorite. Every place I’ve been lucky enough to call my home has boasted a beautiful springtime. The feeling of the warm sun finally reaching you after a cold winter and the promise of the life sure to sprout up soon makes me wonder how spring isn’t everyone’s favorite season. However, since becoming a mom, this time of year has brought up a new, special meaning. It gives time to reflect about myself as a mom and those around me.
Anyone who knows me knows that the environment is something extremely important to me. For example, my former major when I was at WSU surrounded biology and geology, my dad is an environmental scientist working to clean up pollution that’s underground, and there’s nothing I would rather do than be outside when the sun is shining especially if I can be near the ocean or the Puget Sound which is only two miles away from my front door. Regardless of any opinions on climate change, what I’m really here to talk about is the treatment of our environment – specifically the oceans – and things that I want to bring to more people’s attention.
Before I begin, I wanted to thank those of you that liked my blog posts about Paxon before and I’m sorry I left this project on the back burner for so long. If anyone at all would like throwback posts to the months of Paxon’s life I missed, please let me know and I’ll write them if there’s any interest. I have future plans for this blog, too, but I wanted to come back with a new kind of post and test the water.
I wish this whole process would go a lot slower. I’ve gotten good at making sure I don’t take moments for granted because the reality that this might be the only time I get to experience a little baby hangs over my head as Paxon settles into each new phase.
Well, we made it. Half a year as a mom. Half a year of trying to figure out how to put a baby on a schedule when I’m not on one myself. Half a year realizing I can’t compare my situation to most others or I’ll drive myself crazy. Half a year wondering how I’m not completely disgusted to have someone’s drool fall onto my face when I lift him above me to make him giggle, or get peed on if I take him into the shower with me to bathe him, or even get pooped on if we don’t catch it immediately and he blows out. It makes me wonder who has stuck around for this journey and read each one of these posts for the last six months. Whoever you are, I want to say thank you.
I’m writing and posting this extremely late hoping it will somehow make time go by slower. In the moment, I feel like things go slow and I get bored easily, but when I wake up in the morning, I’ll see the date and wonder how or when that happened.