Comments
Introvert and Extrovert are too limiting, as are most labels, but it is intriguing to me to think about those who choose to comment on this blog.
My mom and Nonni, they always/generally/most of the time comment. ‘Cause they’re my moms. That’s what moms do. Keep it up, you two.
Kelly, my darling extroverted friend, sister-from-another-mother, she always/often comments on the blog because, of course she does. She’s like me, so she shows me support and love in this public way. That means a lot to me.
Buds, when he really thinks I’ve written something that can improve our culture or strengthen families or drive people to be better people, he’ll post it on Facebook with some rousing admonishment, “Facebook, this one’s for you, and it will make your lives better.” That’s his way of showing me he’s proud of me and thinks the whole world should love me, too. He wants me to go “viral.”
The rest of you, the ones who like to comment or give insight, you do it in a direct email to me. And I love that, too. The intimacy of sharing your insights and your stories and your support, that matters to me so much. You tell me when I’ve touched your heart or reminded you of a childhood memory. That is why I continue to write…stories and memories.
Monkey is the one who comments to correct or give her own insight into a story. I live with three-attorneys-in-training. When Monkey is 40, she’ll look back and see her own words recorded here.
Those of you who just read and don’t comment. That matters, too. The Buster and Poppi are two of those. I know Buster’s reading the posts, because he’ll randomly say, “Write a blog post about this, Mom.” Or, “Take a picture for the blog, Mom.” Or, “This is like that time you wrote about in the blog, Mom.” Poppi always tells me how much he likes knowing what’s going on in our life. And he’ll ask questions to learn more about the stories. If you take three minutes of time to read what I’ve written, that’s a gift you’ve given me.
I’m not sure why I’m writing this today, nor what my intended goal is. I’ve been writing this blog over 5 years and we’ve posted over 600 posts. I’m proud of that. I’m grateful that so many family stories have been recorded for us to look back on and remember.
Jason has decided to continue posting on Schmilly’s blog. He shared a story about when they were first dating and about the joy and laughter Schmilly brought to any, even stinky, situation. I loved reading it and told him so in a comment.
Maybe that’s what this post is about. Stories and memories and love, that’s what we’ve got to show for our time on this planet. I’m grateful to have all those things.
Happy Friday!
