No, that's not a typo. Because it turns out that my parents read my blog. Hi Guys.
Mum told me that she can't remember exactly when she found it, but it was probably more than a year ago. And they've been reading it ever since. And have read nearly all the archives. I love my parents dearly and we are very close but when they told me a few days ago I was freaked outcranky surprised, to say the least. This space to write freely about our unusual parenting journey has been really important to me. I was very weirded out to find out that it was not as private as I thought.
Mum told me that it had actually been very, very easy to find me. (Just for the record? If you're ever having this conversation with someone? That did not make me feel better).
After the conversation (by email, and on the phone) I asked myself: Why am I so upset? I don't want to be a hypocrite. I don't want to be the kind of person who shows one face to one group of people, and another face to everyone else. If I'm ashamed of what I write here, I shouldn't be writing it at all. (Although if I'd known my parents were reading, I might have at least changed the title of this post to mythical-crack-ladies-of-the-night).
A blog is not a diary. It doesn't have a lock. I know that. And yet. Having found this lock-less space, here are some Clues that your child is trying to keep their blog under the real-life radar:
There's the fact that I blog under a fake name. Of all people, the people who chose my real name should notice the difference, yes? Mater and Pater, were you sitting there saying to each other "Hang on, I forget. Did we call our second daughter Claudia? I thought we called her something else. Can you remember, honey?' Were you having this conversation, dear parents? Hmmmm? HMMMMMMMM?
There are the paranoid posts, like thisthis and this, where I talk about how awful it would be if people I knew in real life were reading my blog.
There's the fact that I blog under a fake name.
There's the fact that I maintain an entirely separate family blog.
There's the fact that I have never, ever mentioned this blog to them despite having been writing it for three years
Did I mention that I blog under a fake name?
Which leads me on to Clues that they knew perfectly well I was trying to keep my blog under the radar:
There's the fact that they never mentioned they had found it at the time when they first found it
There's the fact that the above two things have been happening for around a YEAR
Which leads me onto Oh boy do I feel stupid now and its close friends They really should have told me and What shall I do next?
There's the option of no longer blogging at all. That's not what I want.
There's the option of making this blog private. I don't like that option either. The whole point of blogging, in my opinion, is pooling wisdom with a whole bunch of people I don't know. (And posting videos of my cat). I like the collaborative nature of public blogging, and I want to be part of that.
There's the option of asking my parents not to read any more.
Or, if they want to keep reading there is the option of making them pinky-swear not to mention it to anyone else, ever anddevising a suitable forfeit.
And so I asked myself: What would Gilbert and Sullivan do? There's a famous line from The Mikado that my Father likes to quote - it's from this song -that goes: Let the Punishment Fit The Crime.
So. I need your help to make that happen. Since they've been reading, my best idea is that they should have to do some writing, yes? If they want to keep reading, I think they should have to write a guest post. (Each?) Since they have read the entire archives of this blog, and are now experts on adoption from the APs point of view, I wondered whether we should demand a grandparent's guide: How to Support Your Child While They Adopt Your Grandchild.
But that's just one idea. I'm totally open to suggestions. What do YOU want to hear from FascinatingNanna and FascinatingGrandpa? (Stories about me are not an option. If they want to tell embarrassing stories about their children, they can get their own blog). Or should the forfeit be something else entirely? Or should I just say please stop? (Does your family read your blog?)
These are not rhetorical questions, people. There will be no stories about our (horrific) trip to the salon, or photos of Pink in braids, or photos of Pink looking like the world's tiniest bank robber in her new stocking cap, until y'all help me out with this.