I started a personal blog in 2002, back when my husband and I were living in a cramped apartment in Seattle's Queen Anne neighborhood and the idea of children was very nearly the last thing on my mind. I wrote a lot about my cat and the minutiae of my day-to-day life. Fast forward 11 years and the mundanity of my blog entries are much the same -- but my life has changed a great deal.
I wrote a lot when my children were first born. My blog gave me a sense of community and reminded me that I wasn't alone in my new-parent bumblings. Reader advice helped me deal with all sorts of mini-challenges along the way, and often gave me a much-needed sense of perspective when I was most in need.
I don't write as much anymore. Part of the reason is that I write for a living now, and when I've met my deadlines I often feel as though my well of words has run dry. But it's also that my children are older now: more complicated, and more deserving of privacy.