Mood:

Over the past few months, I've slipped into a pattern of following various blogs. This is a pastime unknown to most of my Internet friends, most of whom are mommies. But lately I have discovered several mommy blogs, Dooce chief among them. So mommies are writing blogs. Who knew?
I actually don't find my own life all that interesting. It wasn't always this way. In my teens and twenties I thought my life was the most interesting thing alive, people! I wrote and wrote and wrote. In those pre-computer days, this meant a manual typewriter and reams and reams of paper. I found my own journal so interesting, I once packed it up and submitted it as literature to my creative writing class. The professor was, understandably, bewildered.
These days, though, I'm bored by myself. But the tiniest thing my toddlers do is of overwhelming interest to me. So, I'll write about them. They rock my world.
I'll leave you with a glimpse into Sam's psyche. Sam is 33 months old. A couple of Saturdays ago he spoke up and said "I was thinking . . . " This was new. He had never told me what he was thinking before. "What were you thinking?" I asked him, eager to learn what went on in my son's mind. And he said "I was thinking . . . hmm hmmm, hmm hmmm." The "hmm hmms" were accompanied by a happy bobbing of his head from side to side.
So, this is what my son thinks. Here are people worrying and obsessing and fretting and fussing over a world of grownup concerns. But my sunny son? He is thinking "hmm hmmm, hmm hmmm." If more people were thinking that, the world couldn't help but be a better place.
Posted by Gretchen
at 8:57 AM PST
Updated: Friday, August 27, 2004 8:35 PM PDT