It’s certainly not a cute one, but the caption was sincere and genuine, and I appreciate every single comment that I received; although I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a moment of panic after I shared it. I couldn’t quite put my finger on the feeling, but Stephanie (my spirit animal blogger) happened to describe it so perfectly in her post yesterday when she said:
I confess, that some days I wonder if it might just be easier to not tell so much truth, all of the time. I don’t believe in the Highlight Reel style of social media or blogging but sometimes laying all of your failures and naked truths out for the world to see on such a regular basis is hard on the psyche.
I get nervous when I share my “behind the scenes” on social media, a world where it seems like everyone else is only offering up their highlight reels.
It would be so much easier to write about the fun time I had with Jack when he was playing in the sink this afternoon and just leave it there, but if I left out the fact that I was a moron who gave him a cup to play with, which he then used to throw water all over me and the kitchen (because, duh), I’d be leaving out the best part.
Or, I could show you a smiling selfie on a good hair and make up day, but I could also show you a picture of me standing in my closet on the verge of tears because none of my clothes fit and I feel insecure in my new #mombod.
Or, I could write a post about how I make organic baby food, which would lead you to believe that I’m a “good mom” who does that kind of stuff, right? But what you wouldn’t know is that I could write an even longer post about the fact that my baby is more inclined to eat my shoe, my end table, and my phone charger before eating the actual food I prepared.
So yes, it would be so much easier to not tell the truth all the time, but then we’d miss out on the opportunities to say “me too.”
And bringing the “me too” back into momming? That’s what I’m about.