I was asked by a reporter this past week whether I was worried about the stories about myself, the stories that I tell online, about myself, that my children will one day read – whether I had any reservations about having talked about sex or abortion or depression in a public forum, given that my children will one move freely in this forum, and will likely see these stories. I said this:
“One of the things parent bloggers leave for their children is a record of their real experiences — a picture of their parents as three-dimensional human beings. I want my children at a minimum to know as much about me as the rest of the world does and possibly more. Anything I’ve put out there for public consumption I would hope is suitable for my children’s consumption some day.”
Which, of course, right? What then of the stories that we tell about our children?