Spring was my favorite time of year as a child. Finally, I could play outside again. And if I was really lucky, I could even shed my evil winter coat that felt like the inflatable sumo wrestling suits I saw people wear at the street fair. ($5 gets you 10 minutes in the ring and an ample amount of embarrassment!)
My absolute favorite childhood game was jump rope. Two rope turners were essential, as were two jump ropes with the plastic beads, knotted at the center to create a longer line. My friends and I would stand single file in the school parking lot and take turns running into the turning rope.
Bubble gum, bubble gum, in a dish, how many pieces do you wish?
I can still close my eyes and hear the rhythmic clicking of the plastic ropes on the paved parking lot. We kept track of successful jumps with the exactitude of an auditor. And each girl did her time turning the ropes or else left the game.
It’s been years since I played jump rope, but I admit, as of late, I’ve felt a bit like the childhood girl on the playground watching the rope arc and waiting for the right moment to rush in and begin jumping. This winter took a toll on me. Sickness, long days without sunlight, and a raging to-do list took the blogger right out of me. Oh. And I wrote a book. More on that later.
I am sorry. I’ve received dozens of “Where are you?” messages. And, more precisely, “Are you coming back?” Admittedly, I gave some thought to closing down this blog. It’s been a phenomenal experience. 65,000 readers (via various channels) is approximately 64,999 more people than I ever thought would care about my posts.
And I believe saying goodbye feels wrong.
So I had an epiphany. Maybe instead of shutting down the blog, it’s time for it to take a new form.
Part 1 of this blog was really my pre-mother days where managing a house was so fun everyone should do it. Part 2 became I’m a mom! Help! And now we are here. If the blog grows with me–as its done so far–Part 3 will be: Here is what I am learning.
My heart is full. God is teaching me a lot about life and I am grateful for it. I hope you’ll follow along.