For a long time now, I’ve been scripting opinion pieces and pithy shorts essays (or I thought they were pithy) while going about my daily life. My writing remained an interior exercise, but finally the idea of actually blogging crept into my consciousness. I kept this idea to myself for a long time, but recently, I mentioned the possibility of a blog to my beloved children while I was dropping them off at their respective post secondary schools. It just slipped out: “I’m thinking of starting a blog”. The reaction to this comment was immediate, animated, and united. My teen and twenty-one year old were definitely on the same page. The conversation that followed my comment went as follows:
“Don’t embarrass yourself.” (son)
“It’s a bad idea.” (son)
“No one cares.” (son)
“How do you know, “No one cares”; you don’t even know what I’ll be writing about.”
“What are you going to write about?” (daughter)
“I was thinking about things related to being in my fifties and the perspective you gain . . . ”
“Oh, like blah, blah, blah, HOT FLASH, blah, blah, blah, HOT FLASH!!” (daughter)
Ok, so at this point I was laughing . . .
It’s funny, in a bleak, ironic sort of way, how as parents, we spend years and years, nurturing our babies, bolstering our little ones, sometimes pushing them forward, but always encouraging our kids; we strive, even if we don’t always succeed, to be positive and loving. But our teens and young adults, feel absolutely NO compunction to redirect some of that steady flow of positive energy. None. The reality is that I don’t know what I will be writing about, it’s highly likely that no one cares, and I might well embarrass myself, but I’m at the point where I’m neither dependent on my kids for validation, nor deterred by their wall of negativity. I’m blogging.