Got tagged some time back by hissychick. Sorry it took me so long to get around to this. So here it is (I actually did some thing like this some time back, but I think it's a little different now from then):
So, Why do I blog?
1. I want to keep a record of my children for my children.
I think we have many fond memories of our childhood, but there are some moments that will slip us because as a child you see the world differently and you will miss some of the magical moments noticed by your parents.
One example of my own magical childhood memory was this: At the supermarket, (I was about 4 years old) our mum got us some chocolate milk in small cartons. Those were real treats to us. My older sis and I came to this conclusion: Chocolate milk must come from brown cows. The black and white fresien cows (picture on other cartons) give regular milk. Of course we never heard of strawberry flavored milk then, or at least our mum didn't expose us to it.
So I would like Micah and Max to know of some of their funny and magical moments.
2. I want to keep a record for myself.
Micah is 4 months older than his favourite playmate, B.
B's mommy is really good at keeping records and stuff about her. It was when B's mommy kept quizzing me about Micah's milestones that I realised how easily I forget certain details, i.e. what was his first word? (First few words I remember, but not the first), when did he start talking? (err... maybe 9 months? He was talking before walking. Monosyllable but he got everything he wanted: up, down, go, yes, no, this, ... Soon he started on double syllable words like apple, turtle, purple, tractor. Micah walked on the day he turned 1. That I remember.)
So, realising my poor memory, I decided it was time to keep some kind of record. This was perfect, although I actually had to bug Gadget-daddy to help me set up my blog. Me the almost-not-techie married to the super-high-tech. I'm like the post-it notes decorating your PC screen. :)
Actually, there were many poignant moments and some funny incidences in the middle of the night when I was up and nursing Max that I had some insights of myself and motherhood that I wanted to remember and share with my friends. So there were a couple of e-mails out as a pre-blog. I really wanted to put some thoughts down for myself to remember.
3. Last weekend I declared this to a friend who asked if I am still keeping my blog updated, to which I said "Yes, It's my new Hobby."
Hobby is such an out-dated word. Today people use the phrase "past time", i.e. what do you do to pass time, or what's your favourite past-time?
Well, it's my current (new) and only hobby that I get to indulge in now. Others- like reading (not counting my children's books), swimming, window shopping with girl friends, cooking for my friends, experimenting recipes, collecting pencils, making my own cards, etc. - these are all in the past and like my many sentimental mementos, they are kept in boxes in my memory covered with layers of dust.
Gadget-daddy once teased me when I was excited to see if there was any comment on a recent post. He called me a comment-junkie. Well, that leads to my next reason...
4. Blogging is now my connection to a world of friends who share the same passion, preoccupation and "obsession" : our child/children. It also help me keep connected to other friends who are now physically far away.
Sometimes I feel like we are just sitting around a table with our favourite drink and chatting about what our day has been, the good and the bad. Talking about the important things and not just senseless small talk. So this has become very meaningful to me.
I am a huge social bug. The kind that loves people and want to be with people and talk to them and learn about them and learn from them... And now, with my days revolving around my boys, this has become like a haven for my sanity. To not just read about trains or cars all day long, to stop thinking about the cartoons and the nursery rhymes and to rest from working so hard to keep the boys happy and healthy. We still talk about all that but in a very different angle. Unloading and sharing the day => happy and relieved.
5. Finally, for whatever artistic bent that I may have towards writing.
Some people like how I write, basically a personal touch, but I actually envy those who write with real witty expressions and bombastic words. I like to have my wit and mind blown away sometimes; get some cognitive stimulation and do some cerebral stretching.
Like ann, I like words. I like the sound, the print, the way they make my tongue twist, turn and roll. I am just glad for technology that has made it so easy to "publish" and to be free of looking for scraps of paper to scribble on, pen running out of ink and "liquid-paper"! And that, I must thank Gadget-daddy who got me to overcome my fear of this machine* that I felt would just protest and freeze on me whenever I sit in front of it.
This will be it for now.
Thank you, my friends, for having "tea and talk" with me in cyberspace.
*I am now using a Mac and our first computer was also the Mac.
"Our" here actually means it's actually Gadget-daddy's but mine to use whenever he is not on it.