At least a few times a month I get an email from someone who reads my blog asking why I don't share many photos of my daughters. It seems they used to be featured more in this space and they wonder why the shift.
It's a natural progression. And a conscious one on my part. My girls are young women now and though many of the stories that I used to share here are hilarious and fair game at the next bonfire or holiday meal shared with extended family and friends, they are not fair game for this space. I've never shared their real names here for the same reason. And I certainly don't want future employers to be able to Google them and read the innocence of their childhood. The digital footprint they put down of their lives should be of their own choosing.
So, for however long now, I've tried to move away from posting my perspective of motherhood with photos and stories of them as my poster children. I try to express how I am feeling as a mother. My experience. How if feels in my shoes. And though I recognize that some of the humor, identification, relate ability and face-to-a-name-ness is missing as a result of this shift, I feel it's right for my daughters. It feels authentic to my style of parenting.
And yep. I agree that it leaves a gap in my blog both in content and frequency of posts but I'm good with that. And I hope you are too.