Every Blog Has A Beginning

Lesson #1: Everything has a beginning.

This is the beginning of my blog. That awkward post where I talk endlessly about myself, what I hope to get out of the blog, what I hope others get out of the blog, my hopes and dreams, and all of that other fluffy stuff that makes up a great blog people follow. Here is the truth: I'm just hoping I blog frequently enough to remember the username and password... 

My name is Meg. I'm a mid-20's military wife and mother of one two. I have a two-year-old daughter and a brand new three month old son. My husband is in the military. We'll call him Captain America, because I think it is fun. Also, having just watched Avengers for the first time, he kind of does remind me of Captain America in that wholesome, always-do-the-right-thing, super-good-looking way.

Captain America and I married early in 2010. January, to be exact. Christmas that year brought us our first baby girl. March of 2011 took Captain America from our little midwest town to a period of training that can only be accurately described as the longest roller coaster in the world. Hence, the blog title: Semper Gumby. Semper Gumby, for those of you that don't know, is a saying that means "always flexible" -- a great motto for a military family. It is, perhaps, the only way to survive this lifestyle with a family intact.

 

Captain America's training has most recently brought us to the East Coast, and we are settling in to a new home and culture entirely. I go to the store now and shop with a buggy. I ate an oyster, and had an entire conversation about shrimp and grits. All great experiences, but definitely far from what I'm used to!

 

At the end of the day, I'm a Christian, wife, and mother. That order is on purpose, and will never be changed. But I'll be honest - those are three big callings and I'm just little old me. Sometimes I struggle with one (or all three) of those and this blog will hopefully serve as an outlet for me to journal those struggles. I know, it is awfully personal. Past generations may think I shouldn't share something so personal, and my more reserved side agrees. But, I have learned something in my adult life and that is this: I don't have time to dance around what is important. I don't have the energy to pretend everything is great every single day. I'm hoping my sincerity will be relatable, and perhaps we can share some struggles, exchange advice, and get to know genuine versions of each other.