Monkey # 1 is fascinated with the fact I am blogging. He actually has said, “I can’t believe my mom has a blog! How cool!” Nice to know I am still considered cool by my almost 13-year-old. I know the end is near for that.
The other night he came to me and told me he wanted to start one as well. Being the ultimate cool mom, I set him up with one.
Today he is working on his first post. He came to me for some “technical advice.” I showed him what he needed. Then I asked him what the theme of his blog would be. He simply replied, “Life. My thoughts. You know. Stuff.” Before he left my room, I said to him, “When you have posted it, let me know. I’d like to follow it.”
He just nodded his head in his little Asperger-y way and said, “Ok.” And he turned to leave.
It made me think about why I started this blog. I started it to get some things out of my mind. I started it to throw private thoughts out in to the universe. And I know there are some things that I have posted that are “personal.” Things that I wouldn’t want to censor, just because of who might be reading. So, I rethought my statement.
I called him back to me and said, “Scratch that. I trust you. You can share with me what you want to share. And if you don’t, that’s ok.”
I realize that most parents of teenagers would question my sanity. And believe me when I say I doubt mine every day. But, like with most things I do, I have a pretty good reason. In this case it is his Asperger’s. This kid isn’t like most just about to be teens. He is an old soul. And because of the Asperger’s, he is incredibly rules bound. And he tells the truth – always. And I know that if I set parameters for him, he will follow them. This is the kid who has been known to walk up to kids at school that he has heard using very inappropriate language for a middle schooler, and inform them thusly. Which then creates a new rule, “Leave things like that to the grown-ups.” But, that is another story.
Of course, I know his password, and I can log in at any time to check up on him, but I would never do that with out just cause and with out his knowing. I don’t want to be that sneaky mom. The stalker mom. It is a matter of trust.
As he enters into his teen years, there will be many times when it will come down to a matter of trust. My trust of him – and ultimately his trust of ME. But, I like to think that as he has grown, neither of us has done anything that would prove to be UN-trustworthy. I am trying to raise The Monkeys to have good heads on their shoulders. I realize things might be very different the other two – especially the Girl Monkey… I envision her teenage years are going to be hell. Somewhere in the back of her closet, she most likely already has the beginnings of a hand-made rope ladder for when she sneaks out at night to go hang out with her friends. I can read that little girl like a book.
For now, I welcome my sweet boy to the world of blogging. I fully trust he will find it as enjoyable an experience as mine.