Epilogue

My late grandmother loved to tell a story. She would settle into the couch with a cup of tea and talk for hours, if you had the time to sit and listen, relaying stories of old friends and war-time rations, girls named Flossie and boys on motorcycles.

Despite her propensity for sharing, were my grandmother still with us today, I think she would be mystified by social media. It's not just because social media relies on technology she never touched in her lifetime. It's because we are out here sharing stories and details that literally anyone can read.

I have been giving this a lot of thought lately and it makes me increasingly uncomfortable to post up here. I started this blog when my children were only 6, 4 and brand new. I wanted to record this time in my life and see what other mothers had to say about this wild ride we're on together. But the boy who was six back then is turning ten very soon. Funny how when kids are very small, it's so difficult to discern the separation between their life and your life. I can see the line more clearly now, even though it is constantly shifting. I feel like his stories, their stories, are no longer mine to share in such a public forum.

So I took down most of my archived posts. I'm saving them for my kids to read one day but they don't need to be up here. I will still be writing over at a new blog featuring moms located all across Canada. Maybe I will see you over there.

I want to extend a big thanks to family and friends, real and virtual, for being on this ride with me and holding my hand on the big hills. If you want to keep in touch, my email is over in the sidebar.