I sat on the couch the other night, exhausted after having put the kids to bed, and said to Brian, “I feel like I’ve lost the joy in mothering.” It was sad. I was sad. I knew it wasn’t really gone, but it was certainly getting harder and harder to find. As I thought, and prayed, and searched for a solution, I began to find an answer. I realized that my mind was so preoccupied with everything that wasn’t right, I was forgetting what was. I was forgetting what was right in front of me. The answer was to start writing it down. It seemed a peculiar answer at first, but the more I thought about it, it seems to be the perfect answer. Writing will give me a chance to focus. In focusing, I know I will see more clearly and see the joy that surrounds me. So here I go!