When Mom is a Writer


When I was in high school, my mom wrote a book about parenting.  I was proud of her - I thought it was great that she was a writer!

Then the book was published, and I realized that every chapter contained an anecdote about my sisters and me.  She was nice enough to change our names, but I grew up in a small town so everyone who read it knew exactly who she was writing about.

It's not such a big deal now but when I was in high school, I really didn't want everyone in my class to know that when I was three I would only go potty when I was wearing my cowboy boots or that I had an imaginary horse until I was eleven!  (My parents  should have fulfilled my request for a real one much sooner than that!)

Lately I've been wondering if I share too much in this space.  I've been blogging for a long time - I actually started my first blog when I was in junior high.  It's always been my way to document life.  The teenage angst years, struggling with my faith, falling in (and out) of love with the boy I thought was perfect, moving across the country to start over.   When Topher was born it only seemed natural that I document his life too, and then Ellie's.

But things are different now.  Topher starts school in the fall, and I don't want to broadcast his life all over the internet anymore.  (Maybe I'll just broadcast it all over Twitter? Hmm ...)  I'm still debating whether or not Ellie is fair game!

So things may be changing a little bit around here.  Less writing about my kids and more writing about me:  My thoughts, my faith, my life, my story.

I hope you're willing to stick around while I figure it out!

And yes, I did just share a picture of myself on the potty on my blog.  I was rocking some sweet boots!