I’ve blogged before, with a group of folk, who I met in the blogosphere…. My blogging life was based on a “fake” identity, carefully constructed to maintain an anonymous, and extremely sarcastic and assholish identity….. We had a fantastic run, these people and I… Over three years of horsing around on the internet, becoming friends, bonding and sharing our lives and then eventually crackling around the edges, falling away bit by bit, until only a few were left, desperately hanging onto the remnants of who and what we were together….. We has such a good run, the lot of us. I loved my “fake” friends, and, yes, perhaps people who have never been involved in online relationships would call it weird and strange and not right. I disagree. I have honestly never laughed more in my life then when I was online with these freaks. We shared, we supported, we laughed, and yes, unbelievably, we truly cared for each other.
That sharing, that support is what I miss the most… We still try to keep in touch through various mediums… facebook, email and so forth… But it’s just not the same….. Due to certain circumstances, these people are now unable to be online anymore. I have mourned this passing of this phase in my life, and it makes me seek more of the same.
This time, though, with truth, honesty and real people that I know in my life…
This is my blog. This is my life. And thank you for coming to read!!!!!
My first entry, besides the blathering above will be about my son, Nicholas. You see, he is turning 10 this Sunday. Apart from his own celebrations, I will also be celebrating my own decade of motherhood. I’ve already begun my own quiet personal celebration, to revel and become misty-eyed in this amazing journey of motherhood. He came into my life at 8:16 PM, on a snowy Monday night, in 1999. He was a textbook birth, 12 hours of labour, 20 minutes of pushing, but OH!!!!! A universe of love. When he came out of my body, I reached my hand to his face that I had memorized every single detail of in a single heartbeat. I said to him, “Hi Nick!” and was in love, purely, simply and utterly. This being, this child, this boy. This artist, this humourous scientist, this enviromentally aware philanthropist. This empathetic soul, this kind and caring human. He is my soul. He is my reserve of piety. He is my strength. He is my joy.
He is ten years old. And I am so very proud to be his mother.
Happy 10th Birthday. May you always find joy, Nicholas. May you always have love.