Remember Doogie Howser?
I was only allowed to watch it for a certain amount of time before my parents put the kabosh on it because Doogie was going to have sex or something with his girlfriend. I think I was about nine when the show was on, so they probably made a wise parental move there. They didn't stop me from putting his picture from TeenBeat magazine on my wall, though.
Doogie came to mind because I remember how he would always write on his computer journal or what not at the end of each episode, and how I would think how cool it would be to someday keep a diary on the computer.
And now here I am, a grown woman, keeping a diary of sorts on the computer. A diary that anybody could read. Only it's called a blog.
I'm in small group training with the young adult community/ministry at our church. Tonight as we were all getting to know each other better it came up that I blog.
"A mommy blog?"
"Yes, well sort of." (I do wear the title mommy/mommy-blogger with pride.)
And then it came out that I would like to write a book.
"What kind of book?"
And I stammered out some answer of one of the many books I would like to write, all the while thinking I can't believe I just shared with these people that I want to write a book. It is one thing to put the idea out there on this blog from the safety of my couch, but to say it aloud to these people I am just getting to know?
But they smiled and were kind, and I think at that moment I may have fallen in love with the Wednesday night small-group-training-group.
Because in that moment I was not "just" a stay-at-home-mommy-who-also-does-childcare-to-help-make-ends meet. I became someone with potential again, and it felt good.