Do you care about me?
I mean would you care about me if I let it all hang out? My blog(s) are more about Google juice than personal narrative and lately, as I wander the web of mommy blogs, I wonder if I should open the kimono.
Right now I write about adventures with my kids in hopes my insight into camping, hiking, sliding, and shopping will help others. I write about food and photos and sometimes offer personal essays, but this is mostly just a generic, informative blog.
DadCAMP is a collection of pieces I write on parenting, but even there my articles are more informative than diary. Sure, every now and again I will write a personal piece, but most of what I write is “hey did you see this,” as opposed to “here’s what happened with my kids today.”
The New York Times‘ Motherlode blog recently asked for a list of new blogs to read. “I love blogs,” she said. “The passion and the immediacy hooked me, and obviously I never left.” The comment stream became immediately filled with people begging her to come by and read their diary.
“What I really hope to share and read are bloggers doing the real thing: writing about life as a parent in a way that makes it all fresh and new and infuriating and joyful again,” KJ continued.
So I’ve been wondering lately if I should change my style. Should I sit down every night and Dear Diary my day? My kids got their hair cut yesterday, I didn’t think it was anything special, but other bloggers detail that to the glee of readers.
My boys gave me a Valentine’s Day card, but I didn’t feel the need to Instagram it and offer an art review. Should I have?
We all have stories, would you care to read about mine? Would I care to tell you? Because with the sharing of personal moments, and diarizing your day comes the weird moment where you take a picture of your kid’s leg stuck in a crib because it will make a great blog post instead of actually dealing with real life.
What do you think? Would you care? Do you care? Should I care?