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Elsie is our third child. She just turned 1, and I can't count how many times my husband and I have looked at each other
over the past year and laughed because we have no idea what we're doing. Or so
it seems to us. Elsie isn't even a tiny bit like either of her brothers. And we
also hadn't done the baby gig for fours years before her arrival. It's amazing
to me that we had forgotten how things go, but we had.
So it's possible my husband has been known to
say, "I don't know, ask Twitter," and
I've maybe said, "I'm going to ask Facebook."
My dad, Grandpa Bapa Mike, rolls his
eyes when he hears us say these things, and then we all laugh. We're talking
about Twitter and Facebook like they're people. But the thing is,
many of the actual people behind Mr. Twitter and Mrs. Facebook are truly
our friends, and they're happy to give us our forgotten information.
Many of them are mothers and fathers with
babies of all different ages, or they have better memories than ours. Almost every time,
we've gotten our questions answered within moments, my iPhone chirping away
Times: They have changed. Bapa Mike can
remember not even having a phone, and one day our kids will gasp and wonder how
he survived. We live in a day when answers and help come easy, and as parents,
we can find pretty much any and all information we need at our fingertips.
In our brand new parenting days when our first
son was born, I wasn't on Twitter or Facebook. I called my friends
and my sister when I had baby questions, and if they weren't home, I waited.
Sometimes I looked something up online, but
not often. In many ways, things felt less urgent and more peaceful. But then again, I didn't get to vent often enough about how sleep-deprived
and un-showered I was. A mother needs a lot of support and many
If I had gotten my sister or my friends on the
phone as many times as I actually needed (or wanted) to, sooner or later they
would have gotten very, very tired
Today, as a mother of three, eight years in, I
(obviously) embrace the digital age not only because I need it, but because it is a reality of life right now.
And yet, I still seek face-to-face and phone
time with the people I love because it matters to me. I can jump
in with the masses, asking Mr. Twitter and Mrs. Facebook to answer
our new baby questions anytime, and I blog all my truths about motherhood and
life. In doing so, I find not only information, but friendships that buoy
me in big and small ways every day. Then, when I get together with friends and
family, we have some extras to talk about: Mr. and Mrs. Social Media.