No one had a blog in 1998. Sure, there were lots of websites and I had one. And it? Sucked. It was dreadful. It's no longer in existence, anywhere, and if it were? I would not link to it now. Because it was that bad.
Because really? At that time? All I could define myself as was a single mother of twins.
Don't get me wrong. I'm glad that I was that. Being a mother is the best, best thing I've ever done or ever will do. I am glad now, though, that I don't define myself entirely as a mother. Or a wife. Or as someone who had premature babies. I am all of those things and I'm damn proud of all of it. But I'm other things too. And starting the blog when I did? Let me focus on the other things sometimes.
It would have been helpful to have the blog then, though. Because my memory completely sucks butt.
I mean, certain days I can look at pictures and easily tell when it was.
Clearly, this was Passover.
But other days? I mean, I have a vague idea, but I'm not sure.
Take this photograph, for example.
I am fairly certain there is an absolutely hysterical reason he was doing this. But can I remember what it was? Of course not.
And look how hilarious Senorita Sassypants looks here. And I don't even know why.
Sometimes I wish I could remember. How it was then. Just the three of us, trying to make our way in the world.
No use looking back, I suppose.
Except every now and then.
It reminds me of how far we've come.