a memory book for me

I read something today that really made me stop and think. I created this blog, not for others but for myself. I could care less if others are reading it, commenting on it, or hating it. Sometimes we have trouble expressing verbally all our thoughts, emotions, and feelings. Me, personally, I have a hard time talking. I do so much better when I can write down what it is that I am thinking.
This blog is about my personal journey, my journey with my husband, and the journey to create, grow, and raise baby Boak. Maybe the day will come that I no longer need this blog, and maybe it won't. But until then, for me it is an outlet. It is a place that I feel that I can go to express myself without reservations, even though I know the whole world might be watching, I do not care. For me, it is just me looking. I know this is just an online "diary" but it is mine, and I am working on finding my voice as an expecting mother. I have my own style, but can draw inspiration from others.
You know in my job as a teacher, the reason I am so successful is my partner in crime C. We plan together, build lesson plans together, and can finish each other's ideas and thoughts. We "feed" off of each other, just like in this world we feed off of other people's thoughts, ideas, inspirations, pictures, blogs, Pinterest, and other social media. That doesn't make the individual any less individual.
I know that I day will never come that we no longer need the social connections that we are privy to today, but maybe one day I will be able to "fly" on my own. Until then, I will search through  ideas for nurseries, I will search for what others have said about the best and safest crib, I will search for ideas on special gifts for my husband, I will search for many things. And although I may use some of the information and ideas that I find floating out there on the wide world of the internet, I will take them and make them my own. I will find a way to give it my own voice and my own flavor.
I want to teach my baby to find his or her own voice, even if they have to "listen" to other's voices first. Anyway, it is the voices of my mother and father that taught me what I needed to know growing up. It is a voice that I still carry with me. Whether it is "be smart" or something else, I still hear their wise words, and I just hope that my "voice" is strong enough to be carried by Baby Boak for the rest of his or her life.