Well, this is the first entry in my brand spankin' new Weblog. I wax philosophical and impressively poetic at various points throughout the day, but am pulling a huge blank when faced with the actual task of writing anything down.

Actually, the poetic part is true. Since having Rhiannon (my daughter, 14 months old) I have begun to speak and think in little rhymes. It couldn't have anything to do with the fact that I read to her on a daily basis, and nearly every single book has rhymes. Some is actually quite good, very catchy. So catchy, in fact, that the damn rhyme will stick in my head for hours, sometimes days. Then I start to make up my own words to the rhyme, keeping the same rhythm of the original. I try these out on my hapless daughter, who just grins at me like I'm the world's greatest poet. Sometimes I even get a giggle. The benefits of slowly being driven out of your mind. LOL

Parenting is great for being driven out of your mind. This is not necessarily negative, mind you. It feels good to get out of my mind a bit, stretch tired muscles, see things in a new light. I enjoy life, just being, much more than I used to in my pre-parenting days. I was very caught up with being perfect. And being perfect takes an awful lot of work, and since it is usually an exercise in futility, it can be depressing as well. I've come to realize that I have no hope of becoming a perfect parent. I only strive not to damage my precious girl too much, and hope that she grows up happy, well-adjusted, and thinking her parents are basically OK. Good to have dreams! :)