|This is adorable and amazing.
Much less so if the child subject were 13.
So I’m driving down the road today and the new Nine Inch Nails song comes on the radio.
At first I’m like, “Wow! Nine Inch Nails has a new song?! Because their original demographic encompassed people old enough to still listen to the radio in the car. So that’s some longevity…”
Then I double checked that NIN does indeed have a new song in case my memory was getting iffy on account of the oldness and such… (They do! So yay me! I guess?)
Then I experienced this vivid memory of staring at my gigantic stereo listening to an audio cassette of NIN and here’s the thing: I really didn’t like school. There are some fond memories, definitely, but my overall impression is distinctly negative. If, by some chance, you went to school with me and are reading this please don’t take that personally. You were like that super-supportive claims agent during an accident. No matter how stratospheric your awesomeness, no one is going to have an overall positive emotional relationship with a car wreck.
My daughter starts kindergarten in a few weeks.
How would I have felt if my mom had live blogged that period in my life? Not good. Rage-y, in fact. And Lord knows how much additional drama is caused at the PTA or U-6 soccer league when one of the parents is routinely “spilling it all” on the internet. Oof. I mean, I know in this day and age someone’s going to do it but I have no interest in being a cross between “Gossip Girl” and that one mom who throws empowering menarche parties.
Blogging about how a three year old adorably says “CBDVB” instead of “DVD” is one thing. Detailing the potential emotional minefield that is a sleep over party is another.
Ever since 31dbbb last month I’ve been wrestling with this “What is this blog about / for?” question.
So I think I’ll give myself a month or so to let all this marinate. I’ll still blog 5 days a week. But I won’t try to adhere to a strict editorial calendar with respect to topic because whatever this blog will turn into it needs to have space to shift.
I realize this means I’m asking you as a reader to be patient. One day you’ll get a vignette about horrifying yet awesome vacation locales. The next time you click over here perhaps hoping to hear more about tourism you might read about possums or obese pets.
No one starts reading something online going, “I appreciated that anecdote about small children so I’m totally good with coming back to this blog and listening to your non-kid related feelings.” But I feel like ultimately this will be a better space if I take some time to redefine my “parent blogging.”
What would writing about being a parent while respecting my kid’s privacy look like, exactly? Because “using my best judgment at the time” doesn’t seem like a good enough standard when it comes to sharing someone else’s story on the internet during an especially emotionally vulnerable time in their lives. If I’m not going to write as much about my parenting experience then what am I going to write about? Right now I’m just hoping that “random shit” is a niche market. (Spoiler alert: No. No, it’s not.)