I don’t write much about my kids on my blog. I write a little more about them on social media, and even then I never share their names. As a semi-semi-semi-semi-public figure, I want to keep my kids’ identities somewhat private.
But at the same time, as a mom, their lives are a central part of my life. I can’t talk about what it means to be me without talking about them.
Take today. Something kind of amazing happened today.
Some background. My four year old (a.k.a. Iron Baby) generally expresses himself in a boisterous fashion. He is loud. He is takes risks, like clambering up on kitchen stools to get things we’ve hidden from him on top of the fridge. He rides his scooter backwards (but always with a helmet).