I joined Facebook a very long time ago as a way to reconnect with old friends, keep my extended family up to date on funny stuff The Youngest Howell said, and of course, post cat pictures. It was fun and seemed harmless enough at the time. But my daughter is older now, and it's time to re-examine my social media use.
In the beginning, there was the group text chain…
When we had our daughter, my husband and I began to be besieged by family and friends looking for updates on how the baby was doing. “How did the nap go today?” “Has she said her first word?” “Is she over that nasty stomach bug?”
Sadly, there is not always time in the life of a new mom with an infant or a toddler to make multiple phone calls, some of which will be extended, in one day. My calls back then were pretty focused on my own personal needs, frankly.
“Help! My daughter has been crying for four hours straight again and I need someone to JUST MAKE IT STOP.”Me, pretty much every day, circa 2007.
In her first six months, my daughter cried every blessed day from approximately 4 in the afternoon until 7 (or 8 or 9) at night, when her father would come home and make it stop. Sometimes my daughter and I cried together.
It was not the best of times. But life gets better, and all those hours of crying made me really appreciate the moments when she wasn’t crying. I got in the habit of taking pictures of those fleeting grins and sending them out by text to a select group of folks.
Sometime after the 6 month-long crying jag ended, one of my cousins asked me why I didn’t just use Facebook for that. It would be faster, she pointed out, and I could share the joy with all sorts of people whose phone numbers I didn’t have.
I thought about this for awhile, decided she was right, and like millions of other pet owners and parents, I joined Facebook.
It was great for a while. My husband and I set some straightforward rules about how we would talk about our daughter on social media (never use her full name, don’t post anything too embarrassing, remember that anything you post may end up being public information one day so be sure you’re ok with that, etc.). Pretty much the same set of rules I use here on Caterpickles.
But time changes a lot of things. Among them are our personal parameters for what it’s ok to share online.
As loyal readers know, I’ve had to change how I use this blog, now that my daughter and her friends are in middle school and roaming about online. What my daughter thinks it’s ok for me to share publicly now that she’s in 7th grade is very different from what she was ok with me talking about in public while she was in 1st, 2nd, or 3rd.
A few months ago, my daughter googled herself
A few months ago, my daughter’s class reviewed the basic rules for online safety. As part of the exercise, kids were asked to google themselves to see what came up.
When my daughter told me what she was doing, I got pretty nervous. Would she find all those stories I’ve posted about her over the years on Facebook and get mad about them?
“Mommyo, when I google my name, I just see a bunch of pictures of middle-aged women.”– The Twelve-Year-Old, after googling herself for a school assignment on online safety.
Still, the episode made me think. I’ve been using Facebook for a decade now, more or less. And while I understand that Facebook has to make money somehow, the thought that they are mining a decade’s worth of my memories to create better targeted advertising opportunities for third vendors I may or may not have ever heard of makes me a little queasy.
To say nothing of the fact that one day, my daughter may join Facebook or Instagram and admit to a relationship with me. Suddenly all that care I took to keep her name out of my posts, and only share unidentifiable pictures of her won’t protect her any more. It will be pretty easy to link her to that entire archive of information the moment she clicks “Join.”
I don’t want to leave Facebook completely, although plenty of people have
Many people, including my mother, have responded to recent news about how Facebook may or may not be using our data by simply deleting their Facebook accounts.
I have been tempted. But I’m not quite ready to do that myself. There are lots of people on Facebook that I don’t have any other way of contacting. I also like using it as an archive for old Caterpickles posts.
The rest of my data on Facebook, though, doesn’t need to stay there. At most, I’m ok with having about a year’s worth of entries there.
So I’ve been slowly – oh so slowly – using the Manage your posts feature on my wall to delete my old data – one post and one photo album at a time.
It’s a pain, and one day I may get fed up and just delete my entire Facebook account like my mom did.
But it’s also been fun.
I’ve found all sorts of tidbits that I’ve forgotten even happened.
As I delete them from Facebook, I’ll share some of them here with you, so that you can tromp down this particular memory lane with me.
What about you?
Have you changed how you use Facebook? What prompted it? Aging kids? Recent news about Facebook’s privacy and data-sharing policies? Leave a comment and tell me about it.
- “So, Mommyo, what are you going to do about Caterpickles now that I’m in middle school?” (Caterpickles)
- “How can you keep kids in the loop when you’re visiting a sick relative without them?” (Caterpickles)
- Facebook’s latest privacy scandal: What we know about the company’s handling of user data (USA Today)