How much of our kid’s lives should we share? Once before, I asked this question in a blog post. I was worried I was sharing too much about my life. I worried about how my girls would feel later when they were old enough to understand what Daddy was doing when he was tapping away at a keyboard late at night. Would they be ok with their successes and failures being out there for the world to see?
It’s ok to share
I always thought they wouldn’t care. I shared for a couple of reasons. Yes, part of my goal was to entertain. I do want people to read the blog after all. But part of it was I am proud. I am proud to be a stay at home dad, and if my story could help normalize I am all for.
I did share some embarrassing stories, my youngest’s affinity for streaking being an example. But I also shared other things. Like what I saw as the benefits of having just girls. Or my sadness at watching my girls grow up and need me less.
On multiple occasions, I have talked about my oldest’s triumph over a brain tumor. I was happy to share her story, hopeful that it would help someone. Maybe it would help them know they weren’t alone, or see that others have gone through what they have. Maybe it would do nothing more than make them laugh.
I am a pretty extroverted person. I have no problem sharing my successes, and failures with others. That is the entire point of this blog after all. I had always assumed that my girls would feel the same way, and for a while they did.
Until it wasn’t
That is until today when while I was working, my daughter asked me not to post something.
I don’t want to get into the details of it, but it was about something she did wrong. Her and her sister had yet another fight. It was nothing major. She was embarrassed her and her sister got worked up over something so petty. She didn’t want the whole world to know about it.
I was a bit taken aback. Previously, she has always been excited to be featured on my blog. It has even caused fights in the past because I used a picture featuring one girl and not the other. I was a bit unsure how to handle this at first. I didn’t want to upset her, and I definitely didn’t want her to be guarded around me afraid of what would show up on here. But, I also didn’t want to throw away a block of writing that I had been working on.
I explained to her why I wanted to share the post. I told her all of the reasons that I told you above. She relented, agreeing that it wasn’t a big deal. She said I could post the post if I wanted. I could tell it was still bothering her. She went to do other things and I went back to work.
I didn’t go back to that post. I started writing this one instead. As for that original post, I deleted it. I’m sorry, but it is more important that she trust me than for you guys to know what happened. In the future, I am going to keep her involved in the blog. I am still going to share the dumb and embarrassing things that happen around here as a make my way through the jungle that is parenting. But every once in a while I’ll omit something. I mean, I don’t have to share everything.