Writing has always been an escape from reality. Whether your writing an article, blog post, journal entry, or starting a book, writing is a way to express yourself and connect with the world around you.

Before I became a mother, I found myself searching for things to write about. I kept a drawerful of journals, each on documenting a different day, a different thought, and a different goal. But I was always on the hunt for something new to write about, for an interesting story, or a creative idea.

After I became a mother, something strange happened. I found myself longing to write, exploding with new ideas, and wanting to connect to people through their writing. My daughter's eyes made me want to write about oceans, her laugh made me envision a circus of funny clowns, and her toothless grin made me want to write about every synonym joy could ever have.

Not only did being a mother jolt my creativity, but it made writing more meaningful. I wanted to write and connect with other mothers, to write about my experiences, to see if they were going through the same thing, and to learn more about myself. Everyday is a new adventure in this thing called motherhood, and I find that every night, my journal hold a new and exciting story. Even the boring days are exciting. Days that seem so normal, like staying at home and coloring, have so much meaning behind them. My daughter learns so much in the simple task of learning how to draw a circle, something she will do almost everyday for the rest of her life. That is something I have taught her. Something she can never forget.

That is something worth writing, something worth sharing, something worth morphing into a new story.

Motherhood has been my most exciting subject pieces when it comes to writing. I hope to someday write a novel about my experiences as a young mother. When I do, I know it will be absolutely captivating.