So, yesterday, one of my siblings walked into the kitchen where my Mom was sitting and asked, “Hey, Elisa, how often do you update your blog?”
This sparked the following conversation:
Mom: “What’s a blog?”
Me: “It’s like an online journal. But people blog about lots of topics, like cooking or home improvement.”
Mom: “It’s a journal?”
Me: “Kind of.”
Mom: “Did you know people write blogs and turn them into books?”
Me: “Mom….. I thought you didn’t know what a blog was.”
Mom: “I didn’t, but that’s what I heard.”
Then Mom asked more questions. I answered them. Finally, it dawned on me that…. maybe my Mom would want to read my blog.
Digression: I know some people have buddy-buddy relationships with their parents, go to concerts, and talk about oral sex with them. Understatement of the year follows: “That is not me.”
As I talked with my mom, an intense war brewed inside my mind. My 32 year old self argued: I am an adult. Why would I not want my Mom to know about my life? She should just be like your friend. And my 16 year old self said, “You want your MOM involved in your LIFE?” And the 32 year old voice said, “What do I have to hide? I’m a righteous adult and I am free to live my own life. I have nothing to hide.” And the 16 year old voice said, “But it’s your MOM! YOUR MOM doesn’t talk about this stuff AND she hates cussing! You can’t show her your BLOG!”
And finally……the 32 year old voice won.
So now my Mom is reading my blog. (I think.)
Hi Mom. I love you. I hope we can grow in our relationship even more. Thanks for reading my blog.
Your Daughter Elisa
PS: Picture credit here (apparently you can get baby clothes with this picture on it, too).