I’ve blogged though the Tornado’s entire life.
I blogged before her (2001. We didn’t have a name for what we were doing.) and, while I imagine it will be called something else, I’ll blog long after she’s moved out of the house.
My first blogging gig was paid and had nary a reference to anything familial.
I was hired by a website (Muscle Journal) to post solely about my workouts. Type. Duration. Cross-training efforts etc.
Back then people thought the site owner crazy (for blogging and for hiring others)–but with hindsight Roger Applewhite was just ahead of the curve.
The next blog I launched was all about the Tornado.
I was preparing to move to Guatemala and my writings were intended for friends/family (and, admittedly, as an outlet for cries of Help me!! I’m a new-mama in a foreign land!!) as Skype was a new entity and facetime not yet invented.
There aren’t words enough for how *freely* I blogged there.
It went beyond the notion of Blog as if no one is reading! to Blog as if everyone is reading and will send advice and beef jerky!
I had few readers back then.
A handful from our adoption community, a smattering of friends & family and that was about it. It was 2005 and, while people beginning to discover blogs, it was nothing like it is today.
And that kinda rocked.
I rolled entirely uncensored and gave it not much thought.
Flash forward to 2014.
The Tornado is eight.
Ive blogged here since she was two (hence Toddler Tornado shortened to Tornado).
I think long & hard (& edit and revise) every.single.tidbit. I share about her life.
This habit has become so ingrained (verging on instinctual) I’d not pondered it much until this comment on a post:
I agree with Tami.
I over-share my life (and, to the Husband’s dismay perhaps, about our relationship)–but am exceedingly cautious when it comes to our daughter.
I share my struggles with parenting because it helps me process and, I hope, helps normalize your experiences.
I share my failures in mothering because blogging is a virtual water-cooler of sorts. I reveal *my downfalls* not her shortcomings.
I shared about her adoption when she was old enough to understand what it meant and help me create the post.
There’s much happening behind the proverbial scenes about which I *long* to blog—-but I do not.
Experiences where I’d love feedback & normalizing—yet I write with an eye to the Tornado reading and need to know she’d be OK with the share.
I write with an eye to her *friends* discovering my blog and need to know she’d be OK with the share.
The internet–for good and for bad–is forever.
Ive signed up to reveal my “bad” online—-she has not.
- Do you censor what you share about children, partners, spouses & family online?