My Kids Don’t Cry On Facebook: Why I Filter What I Post

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DID NOT MAKE FB CUT

My kids don’t cry on Facebook.  If I can possibly resist, I don’t comment on politics, religion or drama of any kind.  It is not because I think I am better than anyone else or because I want other people to think my life is perfect. My life is not perfect, far from it.  But, just because it isn’t perfect doesn’t mean I want to look back at my life (in photo albums or when Facebook’s algorithms think I should) at memories I would rather not have to relive. That is, unless I deliberately choose to revisit those thoughts and feelings.

I hear about so many people who think that we set unrealistic expectations of motherhood by only sharing the good times and feel that somehow that should stop, so others don’t feel inadequate.  I completely agree that we shouldn’t live behind a Facebook facade and pretend to be someone we aren’t, but spend 5 minutes with me in real life and you will know I am a real person who, like many of us, struggles on every front. Have a cup of coffee with me and give me the opportunity to “overshare”. I will tell you all about all the ways I come up short, about the chaos that is my life. However, that doesn’t mean I want to memorialize those things in a public forum.

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TAZZY’S FIRST STITCHES NOT SHOWN: MOMMA TRAUMA WHILE THEY SEWED HER LIPS UP, KICKING AND SCREAMING

So yes, I fully admit I filter the photos, thoughts and comments I share on social media. In the photos I post, my kids are smiling, happy or doing something cute (well, most of the time).  But the real reason why I filter is because I just don’t want to be reminded of the hard times or negativity.  I don’t want to pour salt in old wounds and remember the struggles and tears. When I have time to scroll through my albums from years past, I want to remember pigtails and pudgy fingers, smiles, laughs, first steps and just how small they really were. I want to see the highlight reel, the good times, the fun.

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CALM BEFORE THE STORM

Growing up, I absolutely loved to look through the big photo albums with peel back plastic sheets where memories of loved ones long lost are securely tucked between the pages. Those albums did not include photos of us as children lying on the floor of the grocery store-tear streaked cheeks, kicking and screaming as a constant reminder to our moms and dads of some of the least pleasurable moments of parenthood.

I don’t want to relive the play by play of scary hospital stays or car accidents or think about the 1/2 hour I spent crying in the car after that adorable first day of kindergarten photo was taken.  I want to let those things go. I want to set myself up for “On this day 5 years ago” memories that make me smile and appreciate this beautiful life.

Do you lay it all out there or use a #facebookfilter?

 

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Rachel is a native Coloradoan, though originally from the Western Slope. She followed her husband Chris to his hometown of Colorado Springs after having met in engineering school at Colorado State University in Fort Collins, CO. Together they have four beautiful children, Tommy (2011), Tazzy (2014), Zach (2015) and Zinny (2018). Having a young and active family keeps Rachel on her toes trying to find ways to keep the ship sailing while still meeting all the demands of motherhood. Though Rachel loves her most important role as Mommy most, she also works full time outside the home as a Water Resources Engineer for the Colorado Division of Water Resources. This role helps keep her life centered, bouncing from detailed and complex discussions relating to Colorado Water Law with her husband ( a mechanical engineer) to daycare and preschool drop off and pick up schedules, while being constantly interrupted by the equally complex musings of her 4 year.

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  1. Good through te Rachel. I think sometimes, especially in a season of life where little ones abound and there are “urgent” needs every 3.5 seconds that it’s harder to look back and remember the good because the hard times, sleeplessness, colicky babies etc. are so overwhelming. Sometimes I look back at old pictures and need a reminder of how good things were during those crazy years.

    • Thanks Lindsie. I really appreciate those coffee dates, but see, I know I whine about the details in all their terrible glory in real life. 🙂 No need to cover it on Facebook too!

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