It is hard to jump back in to this. I don't know why. I think about it quite often and then something else comes up that is more important and grabs my attention and this little corner is shoved to the back of my mind again. I don't consider myself a great (or even good) writer. I compare my little remarks to those blogs that I love to read on a daily basis. Which is silly. I know this. But comparison is the thief after all. (Even in your 30's. I've heard it doesn't go away either).
So I begin again. I realized (and have, of course, really known for a long time) that I don't have great journals of my children's baby years, toddler years, childhood years. I have a bunch of pictures. Bunches. But I want more of these memories to last. Somewhere to look back on and remember the details that get lost. As we enter our second year of homeschooling I want to have more to look back on and have available for my children to look back on as they grow. After all, we don't exactly have report cards or parent/teacher conferences for reference.
So I begin again.