Had I known how to start a blog 12 years ago when I gave birth to Kid One, I would have started this blog then. So, I’ve missed a good number of adventures that come with having kids in diapers. My kids are well beyond that now. There are still more than enough adventures and memories of earlier adventures to get this thing going.
What spurred the idea was my own recollection of a day I spent at a skydive competition. I didn’t do any of the skydiving. I simply went to write a story about the event for the local weekly newspaper that I’ve written for for ten years. I stood there watching people fall from the sky. Through the course of the day, I met and talked to a few of the skydivers, including a world champion skydiver. I asked him something about skydiving when he said, “Dude, like you should try it sometime.” Well, maybe he didn’t say it that way, but there I stood, a single mother, newly separated from Kid One and Kid Two’s Dad, with one kid in diapers and another not so far off from having been in diapers, working a full time job, living in a hole of a basement apartment, and receiving WIC coupons to help make ends meet. What I would have said back then if I was M.O.M. was that I didn’t need to jump from a plane to be free falling. I was doing a good job of that already. I didn’t say that, and I never did jump from a plane. I just walked away, wrote the story, and continued on my adventure.
We survived those early days of chaos, and while we are in a much better place now, the adventures, of course, continue.
