Here is a little confession: I need social media. There I said it. I run into people who do weird things, like go on Facebook fasts or talk about it like it is the devil incarnate. Okay, so sitting in front of your computer days on end might make you wear black socks with leather sandals or order seven too many pairs of Kendra Scott earrings, but for someone like me who barely has time to remove last night’s makeup, Facebook and Instagram and other social media outlets allow me to feel like a real live human.
They are not real relationships they say. You won’t know how to talk to a real person they say. It is just a projected persona they say. You will grow envious they say. Your real relationships will suffer they say.
Who are these people? I want to know who raised them right now? Apparently no one with any social grace, manners, or discipline. Those are not social media problems; those are personal problems. We all have things to work on, areas to grow. Facebook is not the devil. Just saying.
Facebook is how I stay sane. When you spend most of your time surrounded, and outnumbered I might add, by Littles catching up on your trip to Homegoods or the terrible Atlanta traffic you are mad about or seeing the darling photos of your son’s school play- they all rock my day.
Being a parent and or an adult can be hard. It is hard. You get caught up in your own little world and your tasks and to do list. Busy busy busy. Sitting down for a little break to troll my friends feed is soul soothing. I feel like I am out of my Dallas bubble. You went on a mission trip and I prayed for you. Your mom and dad celebrated another anniversary and it made me smile and think of my hot husband. Your brother lost his job and I was bummed for him and am thinking about contacts I might have in his field. These are moments of connection.
After changing my fourth diaper of the day, finding banana peel stuck to the under cushion of the couch, sticking my hand in what I sure hope is butter all over the counter top, and tripping over the Barbie car I totally saw right in front of me, the gorgeous images of Instagram remind me that there is plenty of beauty in the world. That post you had with your newborn melted me and made me appreciate how fast my Crazies are growing up. Your picture of that book you want to read pushed me to get on Amazon and order a novel, too. I needed that reminder to do something for myself. Thanks! And to the lady who shared that scrumptious plate of brussel sprouts and chicken I ending up making for dinner, I kinda want to make out. My family loved dinner that night. You are a peach.
And Facebook, I did not forget about you. That week my kids were sick and I felt like I was on house arrest, you really helped get me through it. That Bible verse my friend posted was just what I needed to hear. Oh and let’s not forget that season of life when the baby was really not doing well and it seemed like we were living between doctors appointments and office visits. It was most unpleasant. But I made it through in part due to all the encouraging posts from friends and family. And some of those memes were so hilarious. I really needed some laughs.
So to those who fie upon social media, please keep your judgments and snark to yourself. I happen to like those outlets. They connect me with people, ideas and motivation. I learn about my people and how to love on them and let them love on me. They make me aware of my limitations and why we all, therefore, need each other to do life, but they also challenge me to go somewhere further or try something more adventurous or to just sit right where I am and be content. That is the gift of social media for people like me.