Apologies to those who read these by e-mail! I launched this while formatting, and there were no words.
So I was thinking...
My kids are all in other states this week, and I went to their MySpace pages to gaze upon them (and to see if they'd left any news, which they had not), and thought I'd share what they have up as their main photos today. My camera is in North Carolina, so I can't take any up-to-the-moment blog photos anyway.
Kirby has a photo of him and Holly. Marty has a photo of him and my dad's gravestone, at the Santa Fe National Cemetery.
The warning isn't about my kids at all. My thought about a warning was that people sometimes post damning things about themselves and their families, or they badmouth other people (sometimes me) on blogs or on MySpace, and then they seem to think they're invisible, or it was in magical "time out," or didn't count, or wasn't real or something.
In just the past month there have been a few incidents involving someone telling me my family's not all that, and theirs is just as happy or peaceful or together. First off, the statements of others don't change my children's contentment. And more importantly, if someone has chosen to post in public that they're not getting along, things aren't going well, that they question their whole set-up, or if surveys are filled out (repeatedly) saying the last time a person cried was today, or yesterday (child or parent, either or both), then that's a public indication that there could be more peace at home.
What is posted in public is posted in public. I've never heard of anyone having been court ordered to post anything on the internet. I think it's still, at this point, all entirely voluntary. I'm fascinated by people's twistings and turnings, but I'm not entirely sympathetic, and I don't appreciate being anyone's bad guy or target. The arrows don't reach that far; they fall right at your feet, in your own house, or on your own page. You're publically shown to have aimed, and yet I'm not hit.
Meanwhile, my kids are having a good life, and I'm still answering questions about how we managed to help them do that. Keith and I have spent most recent evenings working jigsaw puzzles and sitting in the hot tub (not at the same time), while the kids are gone. TUESDAY! I'll see Marty and Holly again on Tuesday.