For a short time, my mother, the artist, was also my mother, the author. She had a weekly art column in the county paper. Most of the time she'd use her own pen-and-ink sketches to illustrate some technique - the column was meant to inspire readers to explore their inner artist. Her mantra was (and still is) that anyone could draw. She taught high school art for many years and helped a lot of kids realize that skill.
One afternoon she asked me to draw a chair. She handed me one of her sketch pens and a pad of drawing paper. I looked at her, suspicion looming in my eight-year-old eyes. You're not going to put this in the newspaper, are you? I asked. Oh no, she assured me. Of course I won't.
Of course she did.
The column's focus was on perspective and how children develop a sense of how to place things in space so that they make visual sense. My chair, of course, was the "before" while her sketch of a chair was the "after". I was mortified. I think I might be still kind of mad at her - not for using my picture, but for not being honest about it.
Ultimately, that's what Bazelon's kids will have to work out with her - was she honest? Did she set them up to use them for material? (I really don't think she does that - this is something that they might think as they get older.) Are Eli and Simon's foibles (or Bazelon's for that matter) portrayed accurately? And are these stories about them or about parenting them?
So, just a word of advice to Emily, when Simon says, are you going to write about this? - Tell the truth.