Finding purpose for this blog

Until now I have been a very sporadic blogger not finding much use to blog other than to keep our family and friends informed of our daily lifes. I am not much of a written comunicatior. Although I love words and their meanings. I love to talk I can talk to friends and family for hours on the phone about our daily life occurances. My kids have learned the art of talking on the phone for long extened periods of time from me their mother. I talk to my mother most everyday as do my children. They have a great relationship with grandma because of this and it fills a void in my mothers long days at home alone waitng for my dad to come home.

My mother is leagally blind, and hates being a shut in, and even more hates to feel useless. My mom is one of my very best friends. She adds alot to our home even via the telephone and long distance. I gain strength through her and find courage in my life in just having her listen to me talk. She is an amazing listener. She is a wonderful over the phone babysitter, and can calm fears and wipe tears even at the distance. She is a blessing in our lives we could not do without her.

Ok this post is about the purpose for this blog. I found inspiration this morning as I read from another blog about the Art of homemaking.

I am a mother, a homemaking is my mission. I am beautiful to my children and my family. I am their world.

The art of homemaking has its many challenges. It is sometimes hard to find meaning through the onslought of meanial chores. Dishes, Laundry, poopy diapers, bugary noses to be wiped, tears to be calmed, and lessons to be taught and learned.

I am not perfect, but I do have expericenes many of them. I count my blessings because I have a wonderful husband who works hard to provide me wings to fly. He blesses our family so I can stay at home and be an Artist. That is what a homemaker is and Artist.

I will be writing from my heart so bear with me. Writing is not my strength. I am not perfect mother but I am a mother. I have a large family and I have strengths that I can share.

I cherish these years of motherhood for they will pass. All things come to pass.

So hang in there with me and I shall bare the things of my soul with you. ( taken from Anne Shirley)