Perhaps some of my blog readers are wondering if my husband beat me to death, or something horrid like that. First of all, he's simply not the sort to do that sort of thing. He rarely even ever raises his voice. Second of all, no one was in a car wreck, or anything like that.
So, why did I make it all go away? Well, it's an issue I've been mulling over, precipitated by a rather NASTY anonymous comment on this blog before I deleted it. I won't go into the details of the comment, but just like most things: it may have been meant to just be nasty and hurt me, but it DID contain a grain of truth, namely that it's important to maintain good boundaries when blogging about one's kids.
It may seem all innocent when they are wee, and we like to brag to the world about the latest cute thing they said, how they garbled the "Our Father", or what their current cute-isms are. It's all so cute.
But then they grow. And growing kids sometimes are less than perfect, and life is less than perfect. And sometimes life really throws you for a loop, and you, as a parent, are left just barely catching your breath because you are so surprised by everything that you never dreamed would happen in your life and in your kid's life.
In my case, I always knew something was different...I just did not know how the "different" would affect us all. How the different would change when adolescence hit. I"m not going to say more about that, because I do want to maintain good boundaries.
So, I will strive to not blog about my kids, or this particular area of stress in my life, which will be hard, because it is very large and much-encompasing. But not all encompasing.
I also don't want to blog about life with fibromyalgia on this blog, either. That would bore everyone to tears. Check out my fibroweather blog for that.
So, what's a blogger to do? I don't know. But I'm sure I will think of SOMETHING, eventually.
Blessed Lent to all.