I didn't mean never...

that I would not ever blog again. Sometimes I like to free myself from feelings of compulsion when I find them subtly, or blatantly creeping in. I need to. Slavery is not a good time. And, don't for one second try to tell me that our computers cannot enslave us! A useful tool and a wasteful, consuming distraction - all in the same alluring box. There is a time and place and a purpose they can serve, but too much is too much. When I ignore what is my priority to engage in what should be peripheral, too often, for too long and it becomes too absorbing, it's a prime opportunity to back off and refocus.

This is a challenge to our generation, right? To be a stay at home mom with access to all that is available online, utilizing it to our advantage, without letting it occupy the sacred spaces of time that should be spent with our little ones.

I never saw the back of my mom's head as she typed away at her desk, wishing she was reading me a book or playing a game with me, or letting me tell her a story, something critically important in my world. It just didn't happen. I don't want to not be listening, shooing them away so that I can chat with my friends online, when my treasures are waiting - open to talking to me, wanting my attention and input, hoping to see my face smile with wonder and delight at their presence - and miss my chance to really connect with them......I've only got one shot at this.