Waking dream

The other night I went to bed before 11pm, which is noteworthy in itself. I’d had a really busy day and I just wanted to read. I read and read and would have liked to read some more, but I started to drift off.

I fell into one of those weird waking dreams you get just before you fall asleep. You know the ones – you might carry on in the descent to sleep or you might snap yourself awake again. This was weird, but not that weird. It kind of made sense and I snapped myself awake again.

I was walking onto the stage at Cheltenham Literature Festival and I was going to talk about my blog and do a bit of stand-up comedy. And my mum and dad were in the audience. And that’s it.

Doesn’t sound a lot, does it? Now I’m not one of these hippy-dippy people that interprets dreams, but this one seemed somehow significant. It was TELLING me something. (Yeah, I know, I’m probably talking crap, but bear with me.)

First – my blog is important to me and I’m always particularly pleased when it’s funny. I’d love to make it funny all the time, but sometimes the humour isn’t there and I can’t do it.

Secondly – I love reading, I love books and I love talking about books, so I’d love to go to the literature festival. But I have neither the time, the money nor the necessary floaty scarves and flowing skirts, so I don’t go.

Third – my mum and dad go to the literature festival. They go to event after event. And, here’s the thing. They HARDLY READ. When I’m having a stroppy teenager moment (and I have a few) I think that’s NOT FAIR. I’m the one who reads, I should be the one who goes to the literature festival.

Finally – my mum and dad don’t like me blogging. They don’t like me airing my dirty laundry in public. They don’t understand the compulsion to share the minutiae of my life with everyone. They think I’m naive, they think I don’t realise anyone anywhere in the world could be reading. (I DO! And if they were I would be very pleased because it would mean my blog was a success.)

I’d like nothing more than to tell my mum and dad my blog was making money (it isn’t), has helped me get a newspaper column (it hasn’t) or has won an award (it hasn’t) because these are tangible indicators of success. And these tangible indicators of success might show my mum and dad that I’m right to do what I do and that it is ‘normal’ and acceptable and isn’t putting anyone at risk.

I would like to blog with their backing and support. And that’s what I think my waking dream was all about.

Author: Sarah Mummy

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  1. My parents do not get my blog either but it has been goign so long now they are used to it and proud of my writing. While keeping up to date about their grand children, they learnt about my writing talent and have seen the way I help people and how it helps me.

    Give them time. Mich x

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  2. Thanks very much, that’s really good to know. From reading your blog, you come across as a really nice and caring person, so that’s something for your parents to be proud of. I tend to let my ‘naughty’ side out through my blog because it has no other outlet, so it means my mum and dad see a side to me they don’t want to see, but which my generation appreciate, because it shows we are all ‘normal’ with our little day to day traumas and that sometimes we’re not perfect parents.

    Really appreciate your comment x

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  3. I think my parents are in denial about my blog. I think I’ve told them, but they don’t seem to realise what I do. One of the reasons my blog is pretty much anonymous is because I know they would be upset if I was talking about personal things that could be linked to them.

    It’s an interesting one because the technological age has moved so quickly that our parents generation don’t understand why you’d want to share things with ‘everyone’. They don’t understand facebook or Twitter or social networking at all. My dad’s response to any conversation like this is: why don’t you just ring them or pop round? Why do you have to tell everyone everything?

    My personal answer to the dilemma is to have a blog that I treat much more like my own personal magazine article. I add personal stuff but no names for example.

    Like Michelle said above; give them time; and I’d add try not to name names in consideration to them.

    Good luck! Can I pre-order a ticket to your festival?

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  4. Thanks very much, it seems most of the older generation don’t understand social networking, so at least it’s not just me and my parents.
    Although my blog is anonymous in the sense that neither you nor Michelle nor all but one of my followers know who I am, the hardcore of my readers, and my original readers, are the mums from my kids’ school – and my parents take my kids to school and pick them up twice a week. They feel people will be looking at them because of what I’ve written. So they don’t appear much in my blog, only in passing as a bit of context. And there are no names of anyone related to us.
    Hey, you can have a free ticket! Just hang on in there a couple more years, I don’t think it’s going to happen just yet! 😉

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