Sunday, February 12, 2017
Should You Blog About Your Kids?
"Tommy," I said the other day, "do you mind when I blog about you?"
He shrugged. "No. It helps teach people about autism."
I let out a breath of relief. I figured I should ask because he is fourteen, and I keep seeing blog posts on why you shouldn't blog about your kids. Apparently they could be horrified when they get older and resent you for sharing their life with strangers. The posts I try to share about my kids are always meant to help others or to remind them that they aren't alone.
I had a feeling my son wouldn't mind. After all, he has a YouTube channel where he talks about what living with autism is like here. (Plus he does gaming videos.)
I went to my daughter next. She's 9 and understands that I blog. Sometimes when she comes in with friends and I'm on the laptop she's all, "Oh, she's on her blog thing."
"Natalie," I said as I walked into her room. I nearly passed out from the smell. It wasn't BO, no, it was like a perfume bottle had exploded in there. I hurried to the window and opened it. "Did something spill?"
Natalie shook her head. "No, I put on perfume."
I coughed. "Remember when I told you less is more? If I can taste your perfume, you've put too much on."
Natalie tilted her head to the side, considering my words. As she's getting older she's wanting to experiment more with perfume and make up.
"Anyway," I continued. "You know I blog, right? Do you mind when I write about you?"
"Not if you pay me," she quipped. "That'll be $29.99."
I gave her a Look.
Natalie smiled. "You can." She lowered her voice. "Are you going to be writing about this?"
"At least let everyone know that it's good perfume, bought in a glass bottle from The Children's Place."
"I will," I said solemnly.
I'll probably ask her again in a few years. Or maybe one day she'll ask me to stop on her own and I'll abide by her wishes. In my eyes, if your kids are okay with it, by all means, blog about them. Obviously keep it tasteful even when one of your children are behaving like Satan. (Natalie. Sometimes.)
But for now, I'll continue to share my stories about my kids.
After all, they are two of the best things I've ever done.