Big G: Little Iggy, I need to tell mom about what you did last night. It’s all about the importance of privacy.
Little Iggy: Ok, Big G.
Big G: See, when the babysitter’s here, I don’t want you telling her that sometimes I only pretend to brush my teeth before bed. That’s rude and it’s an invasion of privacy.
Little Iggy: But it’s true.
Big G: It doesn’t matter if it’s true. My business is MY business and I don’t want you sharing it with the sitters anymore. Do you understand?
Little Iggy: Aye-Aye, Captain!
Big G: I’m totally serious! Mooommmm, she’s not taking me seriously!
And while I smirked through the whole conversation, and was impressed that Big G can translate our Vegas rule (“What goes on in Literal Mom household stays in Literal Mom household”), I was struck numb after it hit me.
I can’t talk about her anymore. Because, like that waterfall, talking about her can end up places I didn’t originally intend it to go.
Her privacy, important enough to warrant an 8am Saturday morning conversation with her sister, is certainly important enough to be respected by me in this space.
I want to talk about her. I want to emote about all of the things I’m helping her emote about.
I fear I’ll go crazy if I don’t share the challenges of tweens with someone.
I fear, so many days, that I’m not doing the right thing and I want to share my strategies in response to the issues she brings home with her.
So I can find out if I’m on the right track.
Like so many mothers before me, and no doubt so many after me, I find myself in new, strange territory. Letting her grow and spread her wings while trying to make sure her roots are deep enough and strong enough to withstand her attempts to learn to fly.
And I want to talk about it. I want to hear what others have dealt with and how they handled it. I want affirmation.
But I can’t really preach to her the Vegas Rule of our house if I don’t follow it here, can I?
“Girls, what goes on in our house stays in our house. Unless of course I need to blog about it. If that happens, it’s ok. Ok?”
I know I’m not the first person who’s had this particular problem with social media and familial privacy. I’ve even talked about the privacy issue before.
But I think I need to try harder. To give my girls the privacy they need, but still share in a way that helps me work through issues. And maybe help some of you along the way too.
This is a fine line to walk on. One of several fine lines I feel like I’m walking on right now.
Fall, at the moment, is aptly named. It’s something I don’t want to do as I continue on this narrow path I’ve created for myself.