June marks my eighth anniversary of blogging. Eight years – there aren’t many things I’ve voluntarily and consistently done for eight years. Marriage, parenting, homeschooling come to mind, and of course there are others, but most of them are in the “need” category, not the “want” category. Blogging is nearly always a good part of my life.
Last November I wrote a post titled, Eight Ways to Help a Stuggling Family. Two adoption/fostering magazines contacted me about publishing it – which is evidence that the formula of using a number in the title of a post is strategic. If only I could remember that when I’m typing away at 5:30 am.
As I read the proof from one editor, my mind kept stumbling over the nicknames, Dimples, Sunshine, and the rest. While they are familiar and comfortable on my blog, the nicknames felt awkward and strange in the article. I’ve had the same experience speaking. In the midst of one 30 minute talk, I’ve unintentionally referred to my children by name and nickname interchangeably; it’s just a little confusing to those listening.
I called a very smart friend, Jodie, and asked for her thoughts. Her husband pastors a large church and has written a number of books. I read one recently and noticed that he used his children’s names, and I pondered it a little. Even very famous people don’t conceal their children’s names – it’s impossible. This made me wonder what it is I am afraid of.
Eight years ago the internet seemed like a big, scary place for a mom living in north Idaho. My world was so much smaller then; now it’s exploded. I want to balance privacy with reality, and fear with peace.
Russ and I discussed it, then I talked with the kids, and we decided it’s time to let go of the nicknames and become more of who we really are. I plan to begin using real names this week; the one exception being Dimples, whom I will call by her middle name. So much of my blog is about her journey and I want her to have the opportunity to really consider this before making a change. The other children have all happily agreed to the change.
Later this week I’ll have the fun of introducing you, once again, to my kids. Maybe I’ll even share some stories of how we chose their names.
I’ll miss some of those sweet nicknames, and maybe you will too. Thanks for letting me grow and change, and for reading all of these years. You are a blessing to me.
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