Unless you have a password protected blog with the password known only to you, if you blog - you share. Some bloggers share a little of their lives with others, others (like me) over-share the minutiae of our daily existence to anyone who will sit still long enough to listen (read).
Even before my kids were born, I blogged about them. In fact, while they were still a positive balance in my bank account and a un-consituted vial of Gonal-F, I blogged about them. When they were babies, I blogged about them. When they were toddlers, I blogged about them. There were some of you who expressed concern (<-putting it politely) about what I was doing, but after thinking about it carefully, I felt comfortable that I wasn't compromising their needs with my need to share. I said that I would stop sharing when I felt it was time to stop sharing.
That time has come sooner than I thought.
I will still blog about my kids and how crazy they drive me sometimes, but I am increasingly reluctant to share things about them that might make them feel uncomfortable one day. Normal day to day stuff, fine. Anything personal or particular to their individual personalities, unfortunately no longer. I am very aware of the danger of labelling my children, even unintentionally.
It's a pity for me, in a way. There are many things I would like to share with you so that I might ask your advice. But I am concerned that as teenagers or young adults my children might feel uncomfortable reading these things, or having others read these things about them.
I have no doubt that when my children have children of their own (hopefully!!), nothing I could say about them now will cause them angst. As a parent, they will know and understand that all of this is normal parenting / children stuff. But unfortunately, they have to get through the teenage years first. And as a teenager, there is MORE enough opportunity for the angst, I certainly don't need to provide any more fodder.
As I said, it is a huge pity for me. Its all normal ages and stages stuff. Nothing to be terribly worried about, but there is so much I want to ask you!!! Arrgghhh! I have to resort to the good old fashioned method of asking for advice from my mother, the teacher and my real life friends. Damn. You were such a good source of assvice.
PS Luckily Maxie Boy is still a baby, so he is fair game. If (when) he poops in the agapanthus, you will be the first to know.
PPS Wow, that was a nostalgic trip down memory lane reading the agapanthus post. Times goes by so quickly, I can't believe that was three years ago already. My babies get big so quickly :-(