Inside the World of Kids of Bloggers. Tune in at 11.
I’m not sure which generation comes after Millennials (we’re not done talking about them, are we?). I do know they’re written about. Tons.
We parent bloggers ‘protect’ them. We refer to them as E and T and B, or use middle names as pseudonyms. We post photos that don’t show their actual faces, sometimes.
But their every move?
I present you the Age of Blogged About Kids. How will they turn out?
They’re most definitely under a microscope. Like, one of these microscopes. It’s how we get the stories and post ideas, and, for the parent with the quick smartphone finger, the pics to go along with it.
Michelle from Lipstick and Laundry knows this.
In “A Piece of Pie and a Cup of Joe,” she wrote about that transition of not only the kid into teendom, but the parent into that awkward stage of trying to understand the un-understandable.
It’s like solving a Rubix cube with one hand, in the dark, under water, after someone poked you in one eye.
I get this, as the dad with growing daughters.
You want to soak them up, but be cool about it. Ask a lot, but not too much. Take them as a grown up, but remind them of what they were like at age 4, because that’s how we see them, right?
Shit happens. And when it does – happy, sad, indifferent, or hilarious – Grace will turn to me and say, “that’s going in the blog.”
We blog parents are sort of like paparazzi.
Don’t believe me?
Go hold up your smartphone in front of your kids.
Count the seconds before they cheese.
(Milliseconds are hard, aren’t they?)
I bowled at work with Grace, Marie and one of Marie’s friends on Saturday. I took it all in, the gutter balls, the pizza destroyed, and the laughs. I whipped out the smartphone to get a shot of Grace’s smile.
She spun in her chair.
She spun again.
“You’re always taking pictures, dad!” she said. She didn’t want one taken.
I got the picture.
But I won’t use it.
Today, sweet Grace … how about if you’re just … my kid?
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My girls are good girls. They’ll let me shoot pics for this blog. Coach Daddy means the stuff here’s about being a daddy. Kids are crucial to that. At times, lately, there have been struggles between us.
But mostly, in the end, there’s love. And understanding. Even when we don’t really understand. It’s our life.
Some is off limits, but for the most part … they live under a microscope.
A loving microscope. But a microscope, nonetheless.