At a dinner party last night, one of my table companions, upon learning I was a Mommy blogger, asked this question:
Do you ever think that your children will read what you write about them?
It was an interesting question and one I haven’t given much thought. I know the big kids do from time to time because they say so. (Hey, favorite s’daughter! Hey, favorite s’daughter-in-law!)
Reading my mother or father’s newspaper columns was the way I found out how they felt about things — topic issues, etc. Sometimes it was also the way I found out that they were proud or particularly interested in something I had said or done. That’s not a criticism. It’s just the way it was because they are writers.
I don’t really think of myself as a writer. I have no ambition to write, I just do it — but I do think that I express myself best in written form. Once I write something, I often feel as if I have expressed myself and nothing more need be said.
So that was my answer to my dinner companion. I don’t know if the younger boys will ever read any of this. I try to write only things that it’s okay for them to know. I have been trying to remember to actually tell them that I find them interesting and that I am proud of them and not just assume that they understand because I’ve written it somewhere.
And that goes for you too, Big Kids!
Oh, wait . . .