The kids know that I have a blog. Obviously. But it’s rarely a topic of conversation, especially as it’s such a stressor for their dad. Basically, it’s a huge elephant in the room, one that I’d like to just hang coats on and arrange furniture around, as it’s clearly not going anywhere and we might as well get comfortable with it.
However, last Saturday Sydney introduced the topic of my blog unsolicited. We were at Dylan’s basketball game, and she had been with her dad all weekend. She was like, “Mom, I need to talk to you in private about your blog.” I thought, “Sh*t. Here we go.” The conversation went something like this:
S: Mom, I need to talk to you in private about your blog.
Me: Um, okay.
S: I was looking at your blog yesterday and I’m really sad about something.
Me: Really? Daddy showed you my blog?
S: No. I googled “Tara Egan” and I found it.
Me: Oh. I didn’t know you knew how to do that.
S: Yes, I totally know how to do that. And it has the word “kids” in the title, so it’s really easy to find.
Me: Oh. Well, what made you feel sad?
S: Well, there are not enough pictures of me on your blog.
Me: But…wait, you want me to put pictures of you on my blog?
S: Yes! You hardly have any!
Me: Well, I put more pictures of you on Facebook than I do on my blog.
S: Well, I want you to put more pictures of me on your blog. Why don’t you?
Me: I don’t know…Dad doesn’t love it when I put pictures of you and Dylan on my blog, so I try to be respectful of that.
S: Well, if you don’t have lots of pictures of me, how will people know that I’m your daughter?
Me: I didn’t know you need people to know you are my daughter. Remember, most of the people who read my blog are people we don’t know in real life.
S: Well, then they totally don’t know I’m your daughter. You have to show them who I am!
Me: Okay, well, I’ll think about that the next time I write something. Thank you for telling me about your feelings.
S: Okay. Good.
(S looks at me expectantly.)
Me: I kind of feel like I’m in trouble for something. I’m pretty sure that as the parent, I shouldn’t feel this way.
S: No, you’re not in trouble…