Silence

I haven't written in a while. Not really. I've posted about the kids, a few pictures and words here and there.

I have thoughts that swirl around in my head, posts that aren't necessarily related to the family specific. Yet, I can't bring myself to put them into black and white and hit publish.

Because I feel like I need to say something original or keep my trap closed.

And folks, I look at a lot of blogs. It's out there. Nearly every thought or idea or phrase or experience or question I have, I've read about it in someone else's words. It's all been done before.

There is nothing new under the sun.

Except that there is. Mine is not the first family with five children, a not-ideal birth order, a homeschooling, conservative Christian, suburbia living, lots of young children, semi-crunchy, all out crazy that has ever existed.

But we are the only us. We are on the journey that God has set us on.

We're not the only family with eyes open and looking to the possibilities of the future while trying to live purposefully in the present,

The trials and snarky remarks we hear are not targeted at us, us, and only us. Many others bear that burden as well.

My encounter with homeschooling my 'Irish twins' where one is a reluctant and the next one is a Mensa candidate certainly isn't original , but it's mine.

We aren't the only ones trying to make a house a home on a supah-strict budget.

I'm not the only person (surely) who takes the time to run my wheat through my grain mill and still has little actual knowledge in the bread baking arena. And no finesse.

I'm not the only Mama who does fifty-eleven load of laundry a day, tries to maintain a decent house, places importance on meals and nutrition, home schools, seeks to deepen my relationship with my Savior, wishes my husband and I could do date night every week, struggles with selfishness, and wants to redecorate my entire house all in one day.

Right?

So here's to writing what's in my head. Even if you read it three days ago some other place. ;-)