But my point is still valid.
I keep reading amusing blogs by
It's funny, it's fun, and for me the reading is a rather nostalgic exercise. But I have to admit that I'm jealous of the ease with which those parental bloggers can recount their struggles and triumphs. To be more specific, I'm jealous of the deep well of material from which they can dip.
Because once your kid is well into their teenage years, you can no longer (in good conscience) use him (or her) as a reasonable blogging topic. At a certain age, (sane) people stop being thrilled at being the center of attention - especially attention based on dubious behavior - and start being aware that they have a reputation to protect. And a theoretical sense of dignity to uphold.
And there is no self-esteem more tricky to uphold and more prone to being toppled than that of a Teen/Young Adult.
I really love my kid. He's bright, talented, witty, sweet, affectionate, engaging and funny, as well as being the owner of the usual number of less admirable foibles. And he still provides me with a veritable dragon's hoard of potential anecdotes, triumphs, disasters, and subjects of interest for discussion... but I can't delve into that treasure trove without potentially pricking the delicate bubble of dignity that all young adults cling to so ferociously. And arguing that many of those potential stories reflect at least as unflatteringly on myself as they do on him would not excuse me for exposing him to involuntary public scrutiny, no matter how sympathetic that scrutiny might be.
But make no mistake. I may be boringly quiet on the family story front, but I am still actively and enthusiastically a Mom.
Even, you know, at 2am on weekend nights.**
** oops, might have slipped a bit there on the disclosure front...