I love reading blogs. I especially love reading blogs that force me to look at things from a different perspective. I don't expect anyone to read this but after reading so many well written blogs, I just feel the need to have a blog where I can just write whatever is on my mind at the time. I'll keep it separate from my food/recipe blog because they will certainly not always be about the same thing.
So, why the middle of the road? I guess as I grow older and hopefully wiser (or at least gray-haired), I find myself more and more in the middle of the road on things. There are some issues about which I don't take a middle stand. I do have a spine, but time has given me the blessing of being able to see things from different points of view. So, here I am, in the middle of the road.
I'll give you an example. When my older children were born, I didn't work outside the home. See, there's a middle-road example right there. Even with the birth of my first child, it became obvious that staying home with a new baby is work. But there are things about staying home with that new baby that were easier than working outside the home. I had worked up until his birth, so I knew what it was like to get myself ready, go to work, come home and be a new wife who liked to cook but didn't have a lot of money. I had been used to cooking up things on the weekend for the two of us, then reheating them in the evening or such. I knew how to stretch meats by using grains and vegetables. But when I had my first child, I didn't have to get myself and a baby ready for a day at work/daycare, pump breastmilk during work hours, come home, try to spend time with The Hubster and care for a new baby, keep a home, etc. It is hard to be a new mom who works. It is hard to be a new mom who stays home. I love being with people. Having that new baby (and moving to a new town far away from friends and family when he was one month old) meant I wasn't around people anymore. I had a demanding small baby, little money and plenty of time. I had a small home to keep, but it had to be kept. TH still came home from work needing a meal and clean clothing. See, I could see it both ways. But honestly, at the time, immaturity kept me from being able to see it from the middle of the road. I thought my way was the best way and couldn't grasp the idea of leaving that baby with anyone else and taking a job. I admit I was quite biased. I find it easy to be biased to whatever we are doing as being the best thing, not just for us, but for everyone. Maybe it's that bias that keeps us going. Time, and five more children, would change me.
