Some of you might be wondering why my blog was inaccessible for the last few days. I guess, at this point, I am wondering too.
I’ve been thinking all about privacy. I’ve been wondering if I am exploiting and exposing my child by writing stories about her and posting pictures of her online, for the whole world to see and also anyone I write about on this here blog.
Do I have the right to expose her (or anyone else) to the world wide web…or should I wait for her to choose this herself? We choose a lot of things for our children – church or no church, public or private school, food choices, the company they keep, the clothes they wear or don’t wear. But is it right to choose this specific thing for her?
So I got to thinking…why do we blog?
I personally love how it has kept a detailed record of our beautiful lives together over the past year and half. I never would have journalized all this by hand. NEVER. I know many of you feel the same way. I love that Clare will be able to go back and read all of this.
I love keeping in touch with people who don’t live very close. My in-laws live about 2 and a half hours away from us and it gives them to hear more stories and see more pictures than they would if we just had rare visits and phone calls. I love catching up with old friends through their blogs. I love that I don’t have to feel quite so far away as I would. I love that I can read their blog at midnight where I wouldn’t be able to call them.
I love that it gives me a different form of expression. I love that I can write and write and feel free to do so. It gives my muse a chance to breathe and take a break from song writing, which can be emotionally draining. I love that my mother has been writing more frequently than in the past. It has given her writing more exposer as she nears the publishing of her first novel.
But…I fear sometimes that blogs are not a good thing.
They give away a lot of information about our day to day lives that we wouldn’t feel comfortable having perfect strangers know.
They potentially expose our children to dangerous individuals. Of course most harm happens to children by people they know – family.
Is it right to get paid to write your blog? Are we using our families to earn money?
How is blogging any different than writing an editorial in a newspaper?
I fear that blogs form fake friendships, ones that feel real but are not. I often refer to my “Friend” who is really just a person whose blog I read…not a real friend at all. It makes dying friendships seem like they are still valued, meaningful connections.
But, we also support each other through our blogs. We teach each other how to do things – Andrew learned how to make our counter tops out of concrete from a blog. I’ve had very profound personal moments while reading a “friends” blog. They connect us with others with similar problems or joys or whatever.
There is potential for harm in this creative venue. But is there not potential for harm in all parts of our lives?
I married a man that could leave me any second. That would hurt. But I trust that he will not. Clare could be injured or die in any number of ways even if they internet did not exist. Driving in a car is dangerous. Going to the supermarket is dangerous. Taking a bath, in a way, is dangerous. Yet, is it not my duty as a parent to protect her no matter what – to do anything to keep her safe?
I’m still going to blog. But I would love to know your thoughts on my conundrum.
I’m sorry if I offended anyone. But feel better. I didn’t even give my dad the password…so…no one got to read it. Thank you for reading despite my neurotic and emotional responses to life and it’s oddities.