All those awesome happy beautiful good life photos we see on social media: they're all a total crock, right?
When my kids see their friends' super cool Instagram photos and respond by decrying their own boring lives, I whip out my tried and true lecture entitled The Problem with Social Media and wax on and on about the insidious nature of the filtered, photoshopped, edited, culled and selectively presented Beautiful Life we think everyone but us is having.
It can make me crazy, this 24-7 invasion into our homes and minds and psyches, and I feel a certain sense of urgency about making sure my kids know that all those sick shots are not necessarily an accurate portrayal of life.
As you might imagine, my kids roll their eyes at me a lot.
I'm a bit of a fun sponge like that.
Today I had occasion to re-consider my opinion. Because ya' know what? This weekend has been super average -- dare I say boring. My house is a mess, I've been kinda grumpy and my kids have been unpleasant and annoying. I'm half-heartedly cleaning a ridiculously cluttered garage and serving uninspired meals; my kids are half-heartedly doing homework and serving up complaints. Rick is, as usual, working hard and not taking any time to relax. Just normal, tilting towards Bummerville, ho-hum life.
Who wants to document and remember that?
In the midst of all that mediocrity, this happened too.
And I immediately grabbed my phone and posted these photos on Facebook because they're fun and cute.
I chastised myself. Gently, of course--nothing too serious. But I did roll my eyes at myself for a moment.
And then I realized that I would rather remember these moments, thank you very much, instead of the bickering in the car on the way home from Mass, or the mountain of laundry defying physics in my garage, or the truly inane battle of wills I got drawn into with my kid, or a hundred other challenging moments in this long, mundane weekend.
Maybe it's narcissistic at worst or fake at least to only post what makes ours look like a charmed life.
Or maybe it's what keeps me grateful, keeps me going, keeps my head in the game.
Whaddya know, a cynic can still learn a thing or two from this crazy world. Photographs of a happy family never tell the whole story. But the part they do tell is pretty damn important too.