Last week, there was quite the outrage and controversy with respect to a post of a mother who admitted in her blog that she loved her son more than her daughter.

I won’t go into all the details of the post but there was one particular paragraph that left me feeling disturbed and quite sad, actually.

The responses to the blogger’s post were overwhelming. Some folks were understanding.  Others were horrified.

Many said the blogger should not have published the post for the sake of her daughter, who may read her mother’s words one day.

Questions being hurled around:  did the blogger think of the consequences of publishing that post?  Did she imagine that her daughter may read her mother’s true feelings about her?  Does she truly feel this way???

But it also triggered the question, what kind of privacy do we owe our kids?

Do we have the right to air out our every feeling, thought, emotion, experience about our children for the world to read, judge and comment?

What if what we write about them when they are too young to understand, comes back to haunt us when they are older?

It might.

It might not.

This puts a whole lotta power into the hands of parents, doesn’t it?

Some bloggers don’t post photos of their kids while others change their names to protect their privacy.

Others spill it all on the internet… because this is who they are. They are truthful bloggers who feel their writing is an art form, and art has no restrictions.

But is it for hits? Shock value? To build their name?  Or purely for the love of blogging?

Would some things be best left for a personal diary, journal or even therapy?

What do you think?  Do you limit yourself to the content you blog about?