Tonight is the night I finally bit the bullet and finalized the blog name. In my mind the perfect name was "Tiny Tables for Little Humans" and then the boys went and became toddlers and the title was outdated before it had even begun. Then, just like all good things that happen suddenly, with little fanfare, and much surprise, I started thinking about Michael Chabon's Pultizer Prize winning, The Amazing Adventures of Cavalier and Clay, because my book club is reading his newest book Moonglow. And because I just saw Justice League and was geeking-out about comic book characters with our vice president of public policy, which started me thinking: what about The Amazing Adventures of Madison and Kenton? This would be a title still relevant in 2034 when they graduate from high school. Then the back and forth with domain names and thinking about catchy memorable phrases that make for perfect blog titles, made me realize the blog should be called, Mad Kent Adventures. Both a play on words and a truth that will follow these two little humans well into their twenties and beyond.
So A Mad Kent Adventure begins. A way to write the annual holiday epistle in little digestible snippets throughout the year. A way to document these amazing human beings and the beautiful, roller coaster ride I've chosen to be on, all by myself. A way to share the beauty of our village and tribe, who only make me think that this kind of choice is one that everyone should choose, parenting in this way - with a village, a tribe, a group of adults standing witness and guard over your children, right beside you; sometimes behind you, holding you up, sometimes beside you, sharing the chaos, sometimes in front of you, leading the way.
I guess that is the true definition of partnering. So while I am not partnered up in the traditional-married-with-children-sense, while I do not have a co-parent that lives in our house and shares ultimate responsibility, I still have partners in this creative, brilliant mess that is our household and family.
So the recap of 2017 (and 2016, I discovered upon re-reading) is here in these blog posts. Some I've stolen from my Facebook posts. Some I've borrowed from my Instagram. Most I've written and then re-written in an attempt to be witty or clever, rather than true. But then the year ended, and I realized it was either publish and commit to the work of it in 2018, or let it sit here in Weebly draft form with nothing to show for itself, even as the photos grow outdated and the words nostalgic even before they are uttered.
These are the holidays. And for no other reason than many of you are expecting a the holiday letter, this is the twelfth blog post, as it were, of the year. This is the twelfth month and it is seven days until Christmas, so it seemed appropriate for me to launch the blog , this night. In all it's messiness, and disarray. It lacks logical formatting. It lacks a truly cohesive theme. It lacks a seriousness about editing. However, these are the truest expressions of this Mad Kent Adventure that I can utter, on this night the 19th night of Christmas, counting down the days before the new year, and wondering what this Howard Household will get ourselves up to in the new year.
I'm Kimberly. Single mother by choice. Now also wife. Holder of space. Maker of place. Mom. Mama. Mommy. Mitch. These are my thoughts, reflections, ideas and random observations about raising twin sons.
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