Being a dad blogger, I get all kinds of questions. So, today, I’d like to take some time to address a particularly good one.
The question: Don’t you worry about what you write about your children?
Yes, but mostly no. Allow me to explain.
I’m pretty selective about what I share. On one hand, I write for the entertainment of the reader, so I’m careful not to present something that could degrade my children. On the other hand, I’m a parent, not a parenting expert, so I’m OK degrading myself for a cheap laugh.
The rule of thumb: if it’s going to get them beaten up, broken up with, or potentially used as evidence then I don’t write about it.
I cannot bring myself to create a false highlight reel. It is far too easy to create an image of perfection by only sharing what is neat and tidy. Life is not tidy. Life has challenges and rewards. It would be irresponsible of me to create an image that wasn’t true.
This false sense of reality is the same reason I do not linger on social media as much anymore. Too often you see great thing after great thing posted by people, leaving yourself wondering why you don’t have the same win-win ratio. What you don’t see is the whole picture, the debt behind the new car, the 80-hour work weeks to pay for the Costa Rican vacation.
Equally true, when someone uses social media solely as an outlet for venting and complaint, then the reader misses the moments of joy that made the day bearable. Life is most beautiful when we see the whole picture, imperfections and all, and I hope readers and my kids alike can see an honest snapshot of our life at this time.
Most importantly, I hope that regardless of my topic my tone is always respectful of my kids. They are amazing human beings, and I hope one day they are able to look back at what I wrote and know that the highs and lows they have as adults are some of the same that their dad did. And hopefully, like me, they’ll do their best and laugh at themselves often.
All of this being said, though, I do have to say that there is a certain power to being able to tell my kids, “I love and cherish you, but if you poop on the floor again people will read about it.”
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