Early this morning I did what I swore I never would: I joined Facebook. A few years ago I created a username and password so that I could spy on my kids, but I was only able to see their profile pictures and view their friends -- not nearly enough for this Peeping Mom!
I'm desperate to see their Facebook pages! Sometimes when one of them is online I'll stop for a chat and try to casually glance at the computer screen. I believe that's POS (parent over shoulder) in IM speak. They're totally on to me. If I had independently-moving eyeballs like lizards, perhaps they wouldn't know where I was looking. The only things I have in common with lizards, however, are my reptilian feet.
Anyway, I now have a Facebook page because my friend D, social networker extraordinaire, convinced me over a couple of glasses of wine last night that if I ever wanted anyone to read my blog I was going to have to put a link to it on Facebook. So I've gone and done it.
But how do I do it? What's a wall? Can everyone see my wall or just me? What's on my mind? Well, how much time do you have?! Is there an Amy Vanderbilt Book of Facebook Etiquette I can read? And worst of all, I have to post a photo of myself up there? I have to expose my thoughts and my aging flesh to the whole world?! How awful! How excruciating! But wait a minute... OMG! Isn't that just what I'm doing in this blog?
I've gone and done it. Now I'm going to have to get my children, who I'm told are called digital natives because they've grown up with all this technology, to teach this immigrant mom how to manage the new time sucker in her life. As if Marble Lines and "Say Yes to the Dress" weren't enough...
I only ever knew my parents as Mom and Dad; I'm sure that Ellen and Jack were much more interesting. Among other things, this blog is my attempt to make sure that my digital natives know who their immigrant mom is. Even if Son J says, "I didn't really NEED to see all that!" Facebook and blogs make "on a need to know basis" a thing of the past.
P.S. Kids, I promise I won't friend any of your friends as long as you don't join the "Oh No, My Parents Just Joined Facebook" network.
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this is my third comment, clearly the other two didn't make it thru. yeah nancy, i've been with you since day 100, however, it's taken me a few days to get it right. anyway, 100 to 50 is a great idea. i just think about laughing and it makes me smile and actually truly laughing is just pure and powerful medicine. so thanks for doing this and providing daily food for thought.
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