When my little sister was about 4 she fell asleep in the bath. We thought it was hilarious because she was like the energiser bunny, filled with energy, she never stopped. And this one time we found her lying in the bath asleep {could have possibly been dangerous now I think of it, but she’s alive and well so let’s leave that there}. We thought it was so funny/cute/interesting that we took a photo of her. We got out our old school camera {this was well before digital} and we took a few snaps, and said nothing more.
Now remember old school cameras? They came with film that had 24 to 36 shots in it. Some snap-happy families might have whizzed through that film in an hour or even a day, but not my family. We weren’t big photo-takers {surprise!}. One film alone could have pics of Nancy’s birthday, Tim on his bike, Christmas, Easter and Jenna in the bath.
So once the film had finished we took it to the shop to get it developed. By this time we’d totally forgotten about the bath shots. When we picked up the film, we flicked through the photos with great excitement. All four kids stood around the pile of photos, while still in the shopping centre, moving through each photo. And then came the photo of my little sister in the bath.
She was mortified. Angry. Upset. Even at just 4 years of age. A tantrum ensued. We had to put the photos in the bin as soon as we got home. She couldn’t believe that the person at the photography shop saw those photos or that we’d even took them. Horrified little 4 year old.
So, when I think back to that moment and how mortifying it was for her – it makes me compare to today. In reality how many people saw that moment? There’s 6 in my family, plus that person developing those photos… so say 7? Yes, seven.
A child has a moment now, perhaps even the exact same bath moment and a parent can think it’s so hilariously funny that they put it on Facebook where it’s seen by any number of people, and potentially their friends. That’s the new normal, right?
I’ve read a little lately about people, particularly bloggers, ‘damaging’ their children by sharing their photos and stories online. I have to be honest. When I first started blogging I didn’t give it a second thought. I was so darn proud, excited of having this cute little baby that I shared her. A few photos here, a few stories there…
I liken bloggers to celebrities. No, bloggers aren’t celebrities but there are usually two parties when it comes to sharing their children online. On one hand you’ve got the celebs who don’t ever share their children, their names or anything else about them. And then there’s the sharers. The celebs who share photos, stories and even upload content to their own social media accounts about them.
Bloggers are similar. Some share everything, embarrassing stories and funny photos. Others give them pseudonyms {Mr. Blue and Miss. Pink for example} and never show their faces, but sometimes their stories. Other bloggers fit somewhere in between.
Parents on Facebook are similar too; sharers and not-so-much-sharers.
I started sharing less of Lacey over the years. I knew that when she was 4 or so I wouldn’t write much about her all. She’s not mine. I’m just minding her, nurturing her until she’s ready to go out until the world on her own {which is hopefully is later rather than sooner}. I’ve written many things about her, but mostly my experiences as a parent of her. I’ve told my stories, rather than her stories {or perhaps that’s the same thing}.
I shared a photo of her, including her face, earlier last year. It wasn’t something I’d done in a while. but I did. And someone {a guy} left a comment, “I’d bang that!”
I nearly vomited.
And then I go back to that photo of my sister in the bath. What if my parents had Facebook back then? What if they’d shared that? How would I feel if my little life was made public without my say-so or permission at that age?
I was super, painfully shy as a kid. And even now I don’t like attention put on me. So I wouldn’t have liked it very much. Of course I’d loved if my Ma had written, “So proud of Chantelle. She aced her maths exam!” But it’s all the other stuff that goes with it that I would have cringed at, I’m sure.
I think there is a new normal, but like anything with parenting I worry. Just like: Am I feeding her the best foods? Am I stimulating her mentally enough? Should I send her to school early, or hold her back a year? Should I share photos of her online?
We’re not in the 1980′s anymore though. So we’ve moved with the times and technology is here. To stay. What’s the new normal? What’s acceptable? Are we damaging our children by sharing them online? As bloggers and parents who Facebook? Would you have been OK with your parents sharing your life online back then?
Do you have rules that you set in regards to sharing your kids online? Is it something you think about?
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