I have often proudly called myself a mommy blogger, but lately – as I was discussing with my friend Amy yesterday – I have wondered how relevant I am. We both have similar problems, my child is 6.5, hers 7 and 9. That’s almost grown, yos. Ha, not really – especially after witnessing the three of them act like complete morons all day yesterday up here in Winter Park.
But the fact remains, once a kid hit 1st grade, you become a different sort of mommy blogger. It just really is just different.
A while back, Catherine from Her Bad Mother and Kelly from Don Mills Diva were featured in a newspaper article that sparked quite a bit of controvery about mommy bloggers. I wrote this post in support of them, and mommy blogging in general.
I have been thinking about that post a lot lately. Mainly because in the last week or so, the tenor of the bad behavior going on at my house has changed. Remember the Sharpies night? I felt totally and completely comfortable writing about it. It was funny, and I wasn’t crossing any lines. Any of MY lines, at least. But some of that behavior has continued and some of the talks that have resulted from that behavior have been amazing glimpses at the man my son will become. In the middle of trauma – trauma that he created, ha – he’s devulged secrets of his heart that I just can’t talk about here.
I finally found the line I am not willing to cross as a mommy blogger.
And that is OK. It’s a tradeoff I am willing to make. I imagine there will still be plenty for me to talk about regarding motherhood.
It’s just time for some things to stay closer to home.