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The Stories We Tell About Our Children

How much should you share about your family on the internet?

Recently, I took Matilda swimming for the first time.

Afterwards, I wanted to write about it. I wanted to write about how sure I had been that she would love it, how excited she was when she saw the pool, and how freaked out she was when we got in the water and she realised that there was nothing solid to stand on. She did not enjoy the session.

So I wanted to write about how her reactions to things can still take me by surprise.

I couldn't do that without writing about her feeling scared, though, and that wasn't a story I wanted to record.

It's not the full story. The full story won't be "Matilda is scared of swimming"; it will be "Matilda was scared the first time she went swimming but came round after a couple of sessions" or "Matilda was scared of swimming as a toddler but enjoyed it when she was older and understood what was happening" or "Matilda doesn't enjoy swimming but she gave it a go and we respect her opinion".

I think we are all shaped by the stories grown ups tell us about ourselves when we are little. If we are told we are brave or capable or clever, we may grow up feeling strong; if we are told we are stupid or difficult or ugly, we may - we will - grow up feeling of less worth than other children; if we are only told we're pretty, we may grow up thinking that's our most important feature; if we are only told we're a monster, we may believe that's the one reason people pay attention to us.

I don't want to tell Matilda that she is frightened of new experiences.

It was thirty minutes, at one year old; it's not who she needs to become.

As she gets older, I'm becoming a lot more conscious of what I write about her (and say within her hearing).

I wasn't worried, when she was a baby. As much as all babies are unique, their parents' experiences are fairly universal - saying that she didn't sleep through or that she had her first cold or that she was unimpressed when we took her dummy away doesn't seem to me like a breach of her privacy. Pretty much all babies wake a lot and get colds and are unimpressed by sudden changes. They don't seem like things school bullies could find in my archives and use as a means to torment her - the bullies didn't sleep through, either.

But, as she grows up and develops a much clearer personality, more and more of my stories feel very specific to her.

And they don't feel like mine to share.

If I wouldn't write about friends' tastes or hobbies or emotional outbursts without their express permission, I'm not comfortable writing about Matilda's, either.

I mean: at some point, her personal experiences are going to be her first period, her first bra, her first date and can you imagine your mother writing about those for anyone to read? What if the other kids at school found it? Mortifying.

So I'm trying to be careful - to write about my experiences as a mother, rather than her experiences as a child; to write only about those parts of her life which seem like universal toddler moments rather than specific Matilda events.

It's tricky to find the balance, though. Our lives are so intertwined at the moment that it's not always clear where the line is between her story and mine.

And it's so subjective. There are plenty of parenting bloggers who share a lot more than I do; there are plenty of bloggers with children who write nothing about them at all. I'm finding my own comfort level and keeping my fingers crossed that Matilda's level is the same.

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