Prompt as always, just getting started.

Apparently, Justin Hall is credited with being one of the first online personal bloggers while attending Swarthmore College in 1994. Clearly, quick on the uptake, with great catlike reflexes, I now begin my own personal blog, some 16 years later at a point in time where blogging seems to be almost obsolete, twittering becoming the norm.

I take pride in the fact that I am so on top of things technology wise. I'm the person that didn't get a cell phone until I was 22, nearly 10 years after everyone else. I'm the person that once getting said cell phone, manages to hang onto the oldest, most basic model, until the point where what was cool, no longer is, but I'm just now getting the upgrade. As you can imagine, (and by you, I mean the ONE person who may ever read this because I asked you to, and so feeling obligated, you decided you would give it a quick read just to say you had) I have no clue what twittering is, and finally I now start blogging, more on a whim out of compulsion to write than pull of multimedia to keep up with the crowd.

So, here is my meager attempt to "journal," if you want to call it, my thoughts, queries, musings, what have you, all in the limited time allotted for such triviality. And now that I have sufficiently used most of the fleeting time I have, to give a long winded, nonsensical, introduction, I will commence with my actual diatribing on various subjects in posts to come, or as you might say, (ENTER name of blog, dun dun dun...)"random ruminations."

Presently, the most relevant thing I can discuss are the miracles and miseries of being a new mother. Now you know the reason for limited time, but don't worry, I'm not a martyr as many mothers are, just mentioning it. (This blog is brought to you by the letter M.) Many are both the miracles and miseries of motherhood. I had wanted to be a mother for what felt like forever, and one of the most annoying habits of many of the moms I knew was to play the role of the martyr. Now don't get me wrong, I am eating my fair share of crow as I have learned that many things in motherhood are just plain miserable. However, in my prematernal days I quickly noted how I DID NOT want to take on the role of the poor little housewife and mother forced into a role in which she played no willing participant. I realized how much it bothered me and that when my time would come, I wanted be honest about the hardships sure, but sound the trumpet on the miracle of life and motherhood and the many blessings that go along with it. You see, not everyone gets the privilege and blessing of being a parent, so to callously take pity on yourself for a role many women would covet, is simply selfish. It is my desire to recognize my blessing as a mother, and neither discourage other would-be mothers out there with my mothering woes to the point that their view of parenting is nothing but a hardship, nor to rub the faces of those struggling with becoming parents in the dirt with my dwelling on the blessings of motherhood. It can be a fine line as I am learning many things to be true of the miseries that were divulged to me prior, but I so sincerely want to walk it honestly and fairly, never taking my wonderful little 3 1/2 month old blessing for granted.