This past weekend I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about this blog and why I write, and why I write what I write. I started this blog nearly a year ago. I began writing because of all of the decisions I was beginning to explore on expanding our family. It was about me and the conflicting issues of wanting more children so badly and deciding on what was going to be best for all of us. I started this blog on my quest to find answers. And I found them. And this blog changed as I changed. As we go through our homestudy and get deeper and deeper into our adoption, and as Chloe grows into this beautiful little lady, it all changes. I’ve enjoyed it. I think that I have benefited from the writing and the connections of other parents like me.
More and more, as I make these connections, my writing changes. I think more about the people. Of course, it is my life and my thoughts, but the readers matter too. I’ve changed, in part, to the people I’ve made connections with. The people whose amazing journeys I have followed.
I thought all weekend about writing and why we do it. Why do you do it? Is it just an electronic diary, as mine started out as? Is it the readers, and the obligation to them? A little of both? It’s definitely interesting, as blogging is so new and has become so explosive (literally, a place for everyone with every interest). These are people and stories I wouldn’t have known and grown with otherwise.