And not because I worried what I was sharing was TMI but because of a backlash I feared against breaking the golden blogging rule – writing for your readers.
It’s either cynical or just plain jaded that I sometimes believe there will not be many who want to read positive posts; that it’s usually only the dark, depressing or shocking that garners great interest. And that is no doubt because there is more community found when troubles are being told, and you might feel less lonely in your own world if others share the same fears as you. Hell, you might even prefer this type of post simply because it makes you feel better about your own world! Whatever the case may be, I feared ostracising – or worse, accusations of boasting – simply because I plated up something smacking of too much positivism.
I'd almost prefaced that post with a warning: that a tale of parental pride follows, and not some wretched rant. But there is enough depressing news in the world so I decided to bring the happy without the need for a disclaimer. Not only that but I have realised lately I am so guilty of only ever broadcasting the bad. The moans and groans that go along with parenthood, the woes that can accompany everyday life... they are always the best fodder for blogging and therefore also harvest the most “hits”.
The moment of hesitation forced me to also reflect on why I even began to blog. I reminded myself that it is not the stats that are so important to me, but the purpose of posterity, creativity - and ok, sanity - that saw me start down this path so I ought to stay true to that, regardless of whether I was breaking a golden blogging rule (and besides, I remain convinced it is Harrison's
grandparents who get the most out of this blog in any case!).
So in the end hesitation slipped quietly by, replaced instead with resolve. I knew I wanted to record this tale, if for no other reason that my son, in years to come when he casts his eyes over this blog, knows that Mummy was not cranky and opinionated all the time when it came to his childhood; that there were countless moments in his life that made my heart swell. It may not have been of interest to the vast majority (though I must add I did receive some of the loveliest comments ever from readers), it may well have been completely misconstrued as boastful instead of blissful; nonetheless most importantly, to me it deserved to be preserved online. And that was what mattered the most.