Although I post frequently here about my kids, it tends to be very surface stuff. I’ve kept it that way even though I could write books about the joys and frustrations and inspiration and despair that go into being a daddy and the many ways in which the kids engender all of those feelings.
A lot of parents blog a lot about their kids, however. Some of them are remarkably good at it. But I’m not them.
My kids are entitled to their own identity, offline and on. Victoria’s teetering on the brink of adolescence, and if there’s anyone who guards her privacy more than an adolescent girl, he/she probably works for the Electronic Frontier Foundation. Do I have the right to violate her and Hooper’s privacy by writing more about them than I do? Yeah, probably. But is it the right thing to do? No, not for me and not for my kids, I don’t think it is.
So why write about them at all? Because besides my wife they’re the most important people in my life, and so much of what I do every day revolves around them. And some of it is so cool that I have to fight the temptation to share it.
But holding back is my choice, and after six years of blogging here I’m content with it. That said, if I were going to blog a lot more about my kids, I could find some good arguments for it in this.