I’ve been blogging for a little over 8 months now and I feel GREAT about it! To be frank, I never thought I would ever make it this long already. Of course, it helps that I’m still on maternity leave and so I do have some “me” time during the day, but I’ve grown to love blogging a lot. I sure hope that I’ll be able to integrate it in my working life (which is coming up much to soon for my tastes…).
As you may or may not know, I essentially started blogging to help me stay awake and sane during my son’s block feedings and multiple night wakings when I first brought him home. Though the blog is still mostly about him and how I’m dealing with this new reality known as parenting, the blog has evolved somewhat.
Right now, though it is a great place for me to vent and find support from you wonderful bloggers that take the time to visit my blog / like posts / comment on posts (thank you VERY much, by the way!) I see it mainly as an online scrapbook that details my son’s evolution (because lets face it, I don’t have time to make an actual scrapbook).
Writing this public journal of my son’s life, however has led me to wonder about a few things. First and foremost: what will he think when he learns about this pretty detailed description of what is going on in his life? Will he be happy? Fascinated? Embarrassed? I don’t know how long I will be keeping this up. “This” being everything from blogging in general to blogging about my son. I mean, where does it stop? I know I’ll be having more children and so, eventually, the spotlight won’t be just on him anymore, but still..
I mean, think of you own parents’ efforts to keep a record of your childhood. We all have those pictures that we would prefer no one sees. You know the ones I’m talking about…like the one where you’re in the bathtub with you brother and sister (which, for the record, doesn’t sound too bad at first – until you learn that my brother and sister are respectively 7 and 10 years younger than I *ahem* thanks mom). At least, in my case, I can choose to skip those pictures or hide them. My son, on the other hand, will have no such luxury (not that I’m planning on snapping many bath time photos – I’ve never really understood the appeal 😉 ).
But seriously. How will he react to my description of sleepless nights, his bowel movements, the fact that he was breastfed for (so far) 8 months? What will he think of me when he learns that I’m not/wasn’t too keen of his pediatrician or that I felt so overwhelmed sometimes that I broke down and cried and couldn’t wait for his father to get home?
I suppose only time will tell; I’m not on the verge of giving up blogging any time soon (or, in any even, I don’t plan to).
Those of you who have older children, what do they think about your blog?