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)
WON’T SOMEBODY THINK OF THE CHILDREN!?
/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?
“WON’T SOMEBODY THINK OF THE ______?”