We Mommy Bloggers get a lot of shit.

Not just because we have a dumb name (I mean, MOMMY BLOGGERS? It sounds like some sort of weird disease or exotic insult), or because we’re all angling to get free shit, but because we’re talking about our KIDS! Online! Without their consent!

(all together now)

*wrings hands*


/end hand wringing.

I get what they’re saying. I do.

If you spend all day, every day, discussing the most intimate details of your kids life, well, that’s maybe not okay. So we each do our best to write things that WILL be okay when our children stumble across them someday. I mean, as we’ve learned, the Internet is a small, small place and whatever you’ve written WILL be read eventually by the one person who you don’t want to read it.

That’s a no-brainer.

I’ve never kept what I “do” under wraps in my family. I don’t necessarily broadcast it to the small crotch parasites because they’d be just as likely to try and fart on me as they would be interested in it. But the Big One, Ben, well, he knows what I do. Sorta.

We’re doing a bullying carnival (much less cotton candy than you’d expect) on Saturday over on Band Back Together. Basically, this means we’re collecting as many bullying posts as we can find (join us, y’all!) to offer as many different perspectives on bullying as possible. This comes on the heels of the tragic suicides of a couple of kids after repeated, intense bullying.

I asked my son to write for us.

He’s been the victim of numerous bullies in his short ten years. If anyone knows how a bully makes them feel, it’s Ben.

Last night, I sat him down and asked him to write 5 paragraphs for us over at the Band about bullies.

He. Was. Thrilled.

And he did it.

What I got was one of the sweetest, awesomest things I’ve ever read. What I also got were questions about what it was, precisely, that Mom does. He knows I’m a “writer” and I have a “blog,” but I haven’t really discussed my other projects with him. I explained what Band Back Together was and how we ran things and the stigmas we were trying to combat.

He thought it was the coolest thing ever.

I, of course, was bowled over. I figured he’d think it was “lame” or “stupid” or something, but no. He thinks it’s great. I know. I KNOW. What. The. Fuck? I thought kids were supposed to hate whatever their parents did. Maybe I’m doing this parenting thing wrong – perhaps I need to become an assassin or something to fill the kid with angst.

When he was done with his bullying post, he told me, very sweetly, that any time I needed him to write a post, he’d be happy to help out.

I actually had to fight back tears. We all three (me, Ben, The Daver) did. What an awesome kid.


Guess that means all that hand-wringing was in vain.


Fill in the blank?


42 thoughts on “Blogging…With, um, Kids?

  1. This is one of the sweetest things I have read…and since the band is open to everything. Maybe I’ll ask my son tonight…to write his own essay on bullying. He’s been there. He’s already writing his first book…why not open up his mind to what his words can help people do. I love this, Aunt Becky. I hope, a submission will be coming your way from my son.

    1. THE WINE! ……I couldn’t come up with a better one myself. Except in Aunt Becky’s case it’s “Won’s Someone Think of the Vodka!”


      Clearly with such smart, sweet children, Aunt Becky needs to start devoting more time to Zombies. Mommyblogger my ass.

      ZOMBIEBLARGING is the new MommyBlogging.

  2. So my eyes *may* have wanted to leak a little just from reading that story about his story… this does not bode well for actually reading his story.
    Maybe he couldn’t understand your awesomeness as an infant, but now clearly gets it. Seems like he’s just going in reverse order, which in my opinion, seems like it would be much better to have a pre-teen liking me than not!
    Looking forward to reading what he has to say about bullying and hopefully more in the future from him!


  3. Won’t somebody think of the fruit cakes? The poor fruit cakes all alone on the shelves, full of dust and used as door stops which are mocked by the other cakes; you’ve got angel cake, chocolate cake, red velvet cake, black forest cake, bunt cake, carrot cake, cheesecake, coffee cake, devils food, gooey butter, pound cake, and especially that smug jerk Birthday Cake

  4. I, personally, want to make sure we’re thinking of the Bacon. Someone needs to… who better than us lot.

    Big props to Ben, and big props to you for giving him a chance. Too often we parents think our kids have nothing of value to add to a conversation, and too often we are proved wrong. Go Ben go!

  5. That is far more touching than what I stumbled upon (yup, just innocently stumbled) when I found my 14 year old’s blog (I get it that it’s cool to complain about your mom, but it didn’t feel cool being that mom)….Maybe somebody could think of the PARENTS, if not then wine would be swell, and chocolate!

  6. Think of the crocodiles. Because they need kisses too. (CBeebies has rotted my brain and I don’t even have the Things to blame this on…I did it to myself.) Snip-a-dile, snap-a-dile, very scary crocodiles who just want mommies to love them. We should think of them.

  7. Won’t someone think of the Junior Mints?!

    You most certainly are NOT doing the parenting thing wrong! Ben’s got a freakin’ AWESOME mommy and he’s going to be freakin’ AWESOME. Too! Lucky parasite …

      1. OH! OK, it’s not out there to find….I was starting to doubt my google-fu!

        And special treatment not necessary…I can check back monday.

  8. I can’t wait until my four year old can write! I already think he’s a lil Confucius. Until he goes and tries to eat his boogers. Would love to read what your son wrote.

  9. Won’t somebody think of the 10-year-olds as “big kids” already? I have been bowled over by 10-year-olds (figuratively, most of the time) on NUMEROUS occasions. They might even be my favourite-year-olds.

  10. I was hoping you’d post a link to his post! please do when it’s available, if it doesn’t need to remain anonymous for his privacy.

  11. I love Ben big time. I told him he can come visit me in SF anytime and I totally meant it. He is one rad fucking kid, man! Pretty sure you’re doing SOMETHING right. 😉

  12. So happy to hear that your addressing bullying over at Band. It’s a huge issue in our house – not because my kids are currently being bullied or are bullies (because they know I’d kill them if they ever bullied anyone) – but because my husband was bullied for YEARS in elementary school and middle school – to the point of being beaten to a pulp several times a week. It got so bad that he started carrying a lead pipe in his backpack “just in case”. He’s now working with our local elementary/middle/high school on developing an all inclusive program about bullying that will be “target specific” for parents, teachers, administrators, kids, etc. I’ll make sure to have him check out what gets posted on Band, too…and YAY for Ben for stepping up and telling his story.

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