I joined Facebook when my first child was a baby. I was living in a different state from my family, I’d moved to a suburb away from my friends so I could afford a house, I somehow missed out on mothers’ group and I was taking extended maternity leave from my job.
I didn’t have a village around me. But I did have Facebook.
I never felt that isolation that motherhood can bring. I didn’t drift away from my friends because they were right there, on my computer and on my phone. I could still chat to them about politics and reality TV, in between nappy changes. I got glimpses of music festivals and hot new bars through them, even though I had no hope of getting there, with a baby attached to my breast. I heard about their new jobs and checked out their new boyfriends.