Why aren’t you published on another site?
Why don’t you submit your pieces to other networks?
What about post sharing? And advertising? And self promotion?
Questions that come with the territory of blogging.
I’ve heard them all. Over and over and over.
The truth is quite simple..
I don’t want to.
Ultimately I blog for me.
Writing is my outlet. It gives me a space to let go of the words swirling in my head.
I share stories because I want a record.
This little space is my memory keeper, where my moments are captured and tucked safely away in a corner of my heart.
It’s my record of our growing and learning and loving and living.
This little place is for my family.
To look back on years from now and see a glimpse of what our life was like at this moment.
To relive the day to day memories that will soon be forgotten in the midst of life moving forward.
To remember the laughter bouncing off every wall and the silly stories shared during dinner.
To remember the tender moments. The extra cuddles. The quiet lullabies. The kisses and hugs and never ending love.
So this space here? The stories, the moments, the memories, and the struggles? They’re for me.
If I choose to not take the time to share or read or comment or tweet or Facebook, it’s because I’m using that time to turn our living room into a fort, where we will share endless silly stories, smiling until our cheeks ache and laughing until our sides hurt.
If I choose to not pay Facebook to advertise my page, it’s because I’m using that money to take my little ones to lunch at Krispy Kreme and giggling to myself at the chocolate covered faces and tiny fingers painted in rainbows from melted sprinkles.
If I don’t respond to comments, it’s because I’m having conversations with my kids instead. Answering their questions. Talking to them. Laughing with them.
If I decide to not submit an article to another site to be published, it’s because they’re my stories. My memories. My heart. And my family. They aren’t for somebody else.
So to the questions of why I’m not doing enough? My answer is simple.
I AM doing enough.
I’m raising my family, giving them my heart and soul, and loving them with every fiber of my being.
I’m making memories that will last a lifetime.
I’m giving them a home, full of my heart and love, cushioned with laughter and security.
Because that is what truly matters in life.