more kids read blog

A girl looks me in the eye today and said: Why didn’t you tell us you had a blog?

She’s 10. I started writing about her in this blog when she was two. She stumbled on the blog while randomly Googling her mum’s name and realized her family was featured.

God help me, I’m old.

And again, it gets me thinking about the impact of my writing on the people around me.

The blog has always meant to be personal: A loving detailing of their growing lives which they can read when they are older, a documentation of people whom they may already have forgotten, of things they said and did, first experiences, a reminder of places they visited which may be random wisps in their memory, a look into mummy’s thoughts which may explain why I behaved a certain way in their childhood.

The people part is key. And that is why I write about people like her. Because they were a very important part of Day, Jo and Lu’s lives and I don’t want my children to ever forget them and the special times they had together.


Me, I have forgotten just about everything of my childhood.

But I know that not many people like to be ‘featured’. And I don’t know if they always like what I write.

Today, the little lady and her brother run from me like I’m the paparazzi as they spy my camera swinging from my neck.

“Are you going to show us on your blog?” she asks. “I don’t want to be on the Web!”

With due respect, I won’t, since she said so.

But I do want to say that Lu’s bikini was passed down from her.

As she looks at Lu wearing the tiny two-piece, she gapes: Was I that small?

Yes, you were, my dear. Yes you were.