This post has been written and in my drafts folder for over a month, hence the Christmas references. I went back and forth about publishing it or not because there are parts of it that could be construed as me being arrogant about blogging. I don’t ever want to come across that way. I am well aware that I am not some super-popular blogger, and I don’t want to ever give off the “internet celebrity” vibe, seeing as how it is quite untrue. However, Ali’s feelings about my blogging is something that people often ask about, so I still felt that this post had some intrinsic value and potential interest.
(Can you tell that I might have a problem with overanalyzation? Just a tiny one. Nothing major.)
So, I shall publish this post, as long as you promise not to shake your head while saying something along the lines of “boy, she must really think SHE’S something.”
“Hey Mommy? There’s something that I’ve always wondered, and I’ve been wanting to ask you for a long time.”
“Sure, honey. What is it?”
“Are we in a story?”
“Well, actually, we are. You know about my blog? It’s where I write stories about what we do and about other things, and people come and read them.”
“So if we’re in a story, are we in real life too?”
“Yes – we’re definitely in both.”
“How do you get out of a story? Do you have to go to heaven to escape?”
“Well, I guess I could quit writing it… do you want me to?”
“No…but we’re in real life too, right??”
“Yes. Don’t worry – I promise we’re real.”
At first, I thought this was a random four year old conversation. But the more I thought about it, I realized that Ali must be finally picking up on the fact that some people seem to know her even if she doesn’t know them, and they always seem to know what she did last week.
Whenever this happens to her (often at Church, or if we meet a blog reader for a playdate or something), she gets very shy and uncomfortable, and I guess she wasn’t quite clear on how exactly these people knew everything about her.
…not that this new understanding helped her deal with her life voyeurs…
The next day, we went to eat at one of our favorite restaurants, Nabeel’s. Ali was admiring the murals on the wall, and began asking our waitress about them. The waitress kindly told her all about them and the man who painted them. While she explained, she addressed Ali and Noah by name.
When she walked away, I explained…
“Remember yesterday when we talked about the stories Mommy writes on her blog? That lady reads them – that’s how she knew who you were. Isn’t that fun?”
(I swear this doesn’t happen often – and I already happened to know that this waitress read my blog.)
Ali immediately clammed up and looked shocked. She seemed even more disconcerted than ever about her real-and-not-real existence.
A few days later, we received several Christmas cards from blog readers, and a sweet little package from one especially awesome reader.
She had hand stitched tiny stockings with all of our names on them, each one having a different design.
Ali absolutely loved these ornaments, and proceeded to play with them for the rest of the night.
I once again tried to help Ali see the positive side of blogging…
“These are from a lady that reads the stories I write on the internet. Isn’t that sweet of her to send them?”
I was relieved that maybe she was coming to terms with the whole idea.
After a little more thought, she added,
“But if she reads all about me on the internet, then why did she put my name on the snowman stocking?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, my FAVORITE stocking is the Christmas Tree one. If she really reads all of your stories about me, why wouldn’t she KNOW that it would be my favorite?!?”
…And that’s how long it takes to turn a kid into a diva.