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I Was An Expat Wife is my blog, which means it’s all about me, me, ME! But often, my story overlaps with those of the more junior members of my family. Although I make sure my daughters vet everything I write about them before I post, I can’t help but worry that I’m somehow exploiting them.
My girls’ expat lives are a gold mine of material. I’ve written about everything from their attempts at using a squat toilet in Singapore to their struggles with the paparazzi in China. But posting about Elder Daughter’s me-collage earlier this week made me wonder — again — if I’m overstepping the bounds of parent-child confidentiality. I had a similar crisis of conscience when I wrote about the undeniable fact that expat life was good for my kids.
When I mention this to my girls, their reaction, typically, is to tell me to “chill.” They don’t care if I write about them — their friends don’t read my blog.
I’m curious about how other expat bloggers handle this issue. Is all fair in (mother) love and blogging? Or are your children off-limits?