While writing about our lives, I often wonder: Who owns the moment? For some reason, I really enjoy sharing our stories. I love reliving the good moments, and I find it therapeutic to share the bad ones. I write honestly, and from the heart. However, I understand that some moments are private and shouldn’t be shared with the world. It doesn’t mean I don’t write about them, but it does mean that I don’t share them.
I have to remember that I am a mom first and my kids don’t get a choice about what I write about and I often write about them. I share the good things they do and I also share the some of the mistakes they make. I didn’t forget this when I wrote yesterday’s post.
Writing about why we told our son about Asperger’s was tough for many reasons. First, this week has been a tough week. The moon is full, our schedules are filling up, and we had to tell our son something BIG for him to digest. Second, I didn’t want to share his moment with the world. My son’s Asperger’s is his. I don’t have it, and while I do my best to help him, it’s not mine. I didn’t go into detail about our conversation because I didn’t want to steal his moments for my own therapy.
Instead, I did my best to write about the events from my perspective. I needed to write about my son and what happened from my perspective. I also know that God is calling me to share our journey with others. I can’t just write about the good times, because life is full of so many hard times. I hope that our story somehow helps another person. I wouldn’t write about it otherwise.
Later on, when I go back to these posts, I want to remember that I know not every moment I witness belongs to me. Yes, I am sharing our stories, however, some moments are not meant for the world.