This is a big deal for me. The whole idea of tossing my thoughts and ideas and feelings out there is odd and uncomfortable. I am not sure how to get other people to read my stuff, not that it is good, but what the heck am I doing this for if I am the only one to read it?
As Shar wrestles Blake into bedtime using games and books and counseling methods, I am sitting here contemplating all the crap that takes place in this life and how caught up in it I am. I often think about trading places with Blake and going back to an easier life of playing, eating, pooping and sleeping. How free he is. How happy he is. How worried I am that I will be responsible for explaining to him the value of life, the importance of faith, the reason we live. I am lost myself...What am I going to tell him?
Since I don't have an answer, I will call myself what they call me at the fieldhouse:"Rookie". That is what I feel like. Clueless about what is going to happen next. Parenthood was a really cool idea. Now it is a very intimidating reality.
Sharla has taped Alias and she is pressing play.