Maybe my Facebook friends are more polite than most. But I’ve noticed some who’ve had babies recently sounding apologetic about posting photos.
“Sorry about the baby spam,” they say, only half-joking, before sharing a picture of their gorgeous child.
Babies are never spam.
I get a lot of photos of burgers in my Facebook feed. I get the results of people’s quizzes, which always say their “real age” is younger than they are. I get updates on how my friends are doing in Genies and Gems. I get insipid “inspirational” memes. I get links to websites devoted to exposing the 9/11 conspiracy. I get status updates, in Facebook’s new preschooler-size big printing, telling me that my friends are tired and are going to bed. No “sorry for the burger spam” or “sorry for the conspiracy theory spam”, ever.
How could I not welcome the baby photo that pops up among all this?
Awww... Photo via iStock.
You want to share your ultrasound image? Go ahead. I like feeling your excitement. It takes me back to how I felt.
Your kid said something funny? Tell me. I need a break from reading depressing predictions about Donald Trump.
You went to the beach and had a great day? Show me. (Just don't use the word "blessed". That's where I draw the line.)
Your kid did something fantastic at school? Brag about it. You don't have to agonise over how to write it so you're only humblebragging. It's okay to be proud of your kids. You're my friends. Why wouldn't I be happy that your kids are doing well?