There we sat, my teen and I, in the family room as he waited for some friends to arrive. With our respective laptops on our respective laps. Typing. Talking. And out of the blue he asked me for my blog’s URL. What?! Why?! I’m not sure what I said in response but it was something along the lines of, “ah, hem, ah, haw.” And he, with typical teen righteousness, threw my previous parenting cautions back in my face by reminding me “it’s on the internet,” the most public of domains.
For those of you who don’t know my family, here’s a little background… I have two sons. The oldest is 21 and away at college on the East Coast. The youngest, the aforementioned cyber-stalking teen, is within days of leaving home to start his freshmen year at college on the West Coast. They know I have a blog. But I’m pretty sure that I never said much, if anything, about my “topic.” After all, I blog mostly anonymously because, quite frankly, I am embarrassed to think anyone in my real life would realize just what a crazy-ass yo-yo dieter I have been for much of my life! And as I’ve explained before, I try very hard not to making my eating an issue in my kids’ lives.
Anyhoo, that brings us back to the moment when my heart started beating fast and my mind was exploding with thoughts of “holy freaking guacamole! My son can’t read my blog!” I’ve exposed myself on here. I’ve said things I might never have said if I thought he or his brother would read the words. My thoughts were jumbled but they were pretty much all along the same horrified vein. Eek.
Darn my smart kids and their knowledge of technology. Somehow, as observant as he is, my son knew my blog’s name. And that’s all it took. Thanks to Google, he was off and
running reading And I was cringing. Trying to remember what I’d last posted. And then, he asked if I’d ever written about him! So, because I am nothing if not a helpful mom who does everything I can to make my children’s lives easier, I helped him find the post I had written about him on his last birthday. And quickly started reading to see if I said anything I’d regret! “Mom, it’s a race to see who reads faster,” he said. Yep, it was. And then he proceeded to read the comments.
Next, my teen reminded me that he is really his father’s son, when he asked about some blog stats. What is it with men and numbers? “How many people follow you,” he asked. And he actually seemed maybe a bit impressed with how many comments a particular post had received, even after I explained that half of them were mine. So, I couldn’t resist sharing how many page views that same post had gotten which was way more than the number of comments. But by then, he was already bored with his little blog discovery and moving on. Let’s hope it stays that way!