I stopped writing over the summer, just before M celebrated the milestone of his eighth birthday. There was no long pauses between posts. Entries came at a regular pace. Stopping was sudden. Abrupt.
I stepped away from the keyboard for a few reasons. My main reason for stepping away from this blog was that I was unsure of myself. I wondered if the blog had grown old. Stale. Flat.
Maybe it didn't feel natural. Maybe it felt forced. Maybe it wasn't the right time.
I never wanted the story of M to be a sob story...because certainly is not. I want this story to be an open, raw, honest portrait of what this life is like. I want to show the beauty, the fear, the challenges and the joys that all go along with raising a child with significant special needs.
As I took a break, I heard two things from people. The first was, "Are you okay? Is everything alright? You haven't written in a while. Why?" (Yes, I am okay and all is well.) The second was, "I miss reading your blog."
People missed reading about M. That pleased me because I want to share his story. I want people to get to know M through my words.
I am pleased that people want to read, because I do want to write and I have so much more to share. For me, it is 'the write time' once again.