One thing I hate about my kids growing up is that maturity brings about concern with impression and the older they get, the list of things I cannot blog about grows longer. When kids are little, you can blog about anything and not have to worry about there being an embarrassment factor. As they grow, I have to consider the ramifications of friends — or enemies — stumbling upon my blog. It sucks to experience things with them that I can’t share, but that’s part of adopting a mutual respect… some things are totally UNsharable, lest you hear, “Moooooooommmmm I can’t believe you PUT that on there!” ;)
Having two ‘tween girls in the house, I have to be more sensitive about how they are affected by the things I say. Even some of the cute things they do are off limits because children can be cruel and you have to be aware of what may bring on the teasing. I’m getting into all new territory in which my own openness is stifled by the kids’ need for privacy and I’m sort of shocked because I’m realizing just how much they have grown. Today, on the radio they mentioned next year’s election and it hit me — it has actually been nearly 3 years since me and my husband sat on the bed watching the President’s inauguration. Three years is a long time in kiddie years. Briyana was only 8 years old then — she’s now 11. Zoe was still an arm-baby.
I find myself wanted to hold on to the little moments as they pass me by, refusing to let go and move on to the next. Each second is precious because I’ll never get to experience right now with them again. It’s not really about what I can or can’t blog — it’s the reality that they’re now miniature adults. They are not just developing their morals like they have been for the last few years — they are now at the point that they have to decide how everything I taught them applies to the life they are living. But there is one positive thing about there being taboo blog fodder, though. I can always use the potential for publishing these stories as total incentive to do as I say! Yes, moms use whatever works… blackmail included!
Tiara, Bri, Tre, Talia, Avalyn, and Zoe

Briyana

Tiara (Bop)

Tre

Avalyn and Talia

Zoe

Tre, Bri, Tiara, Zoe, Avalyn, and Talia












Hahahaha this is so TRUE! I mentioned in a Vlog something about my Tween’s “boyfriend” – just meaning a boy who was a friend… she FREAKED out on me LOL
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