The truth is I never intended to write so much in my blog, let alone focus my writing on parenting. I wanted it to be mainly about handmade crafts and homemade cooking (thus the title).
However, at the very tender age of 35, I realised that I love writing. Yes, writing. I was very sceptical in the beginning and kept asking the people closest to me for constructive criticism. Did they like it? Should I maybe change my title as I did a lot more writing then crafts and cooking? One of the few times I asked my soul mate N. for his (extremely honest) opinion he said: ‘I like it, but I don’t quite understand the purpose of it’. Bam, IN THE FACE.
I decided to do some soul searching. Why do I do it indeed? The answer is really very, very simple: It makes me happy. I feel contempt. I find it cleansing and therapeutic and If I can put a smile on someone else’s face or make him/her relate to my parenting challenges I consider it a WIN WIN situation, don’t you?