Please - get up early tomorrow! Pretend its Wyoming!!

Blogging every day...and just "blogging" in general

I'm still 51, and no, I haven't been writing "every single day" but it felt really good to write that a few weeks ago. I'm writing now; that's what matters. And, my daughter is writing on her blog. Writing and posting photos that she finds on the web. A collage of images that represent who she is, who she is becoming, her thoughts, her loves, her questions, her existential crises all in a blog...that her grandmother discovered online. There will always be those who want to stifle creativity. Those who, from a place of fear, project that onto the edgy, the thoughtful, the provocative. Now my child will have to deal with that in a more up close and personal way. My daughter told me about her blog - and invited me to view it. As a mother, I'm always in some ways fearful and protective - it's my job after all. But the invitation, and the material I've seen, gives me a glimpse into the wrestling that she is doing as an extremely thoughtful and observant person. She is fascinated by what makes people tick. She is fascinated by the big questions - at 17 years old. And I am fascinated by her. Since she was born, I've watched her come to the edge of the next horizon in her life; watched her get uncomfortable in the "old skin" she was in so to speak, and ready to leap forward. She seems to be doing this now. She's looking out over the cliffs of junior year in high school and seeing a big, wide world out there with choices like gap years and college, working and nursing school and wwoofing programs. I am watching her get ready. She becomes more beautiful with every stage.