I was an over-sharer before that was even a term.
As a parent, it gets me into loads of trouble. My kids are six and eight now, and I love that they ask the most brilliant questions.
‘How did you meet Daddy?’
This went well. I talked less about love at first sight, so that it was realistic: what relationships are actually like. (Because we must all mitigate against Disney every day.)
‘What’s my birth story?’
Not as successful. I told the truth, that it was really, really sore and we nearly didn’t make it to the hospital in time. I also told them about going round the Carfraemill Roundabout banging on the car door and going Aaaaaaaaaah! I may have put them off children for a while.
‘What’s abortion Mum?’
I still told the whole truth. Was that OK?