On the weekend I treated my little girl to a rare babycino date. Her baby brother is usually her constant companion, but this time it was just us girls.
As she was biting into her marshmallow, a dusting of powder ended up on her nose. I quickly snapped a pic then instinctively swiped from the camera to Instagram, ready to share her happy face with the world.
But suddenly I paused. This shouldn’t go to my normal story viewers, right? Maybe I should just share it with my 'close friends' list? But then what if it was still seen by unintended eyes? Finally, I decided to just send the image as a direct message to my friends.
This internal tug-of-war is becoming all too familiar when I consider what to post of my kids online. My children are my world, so I sometimes want to share them with the world. I once was a prolific poster, a proud member of the "monthly milestone" club where I showcased too many images of my daughter during the first year of her life (I'm sure plenty of people muted me, I was out of control with the newborn pics). But now I find myself hesitating, knowing every photo is potentially stored in some data centre, forever accessible to… who knows?
I'm certainly no influence, but I do have a public profile with a few thousand followers — mostly strangers who followed me BC (before children) for work-related content. And while some have become social media friends, it still leaves thousands of unknown faces viewing my posts. And 39 per cent are men. I could make the switch to private but the current followers will still be there. I also find a public account serves as a valuable tool for networking and promoting work. I've toyed with the idea of having a private Instagram for personal things, but honestly, I forget to eat some days; I don’t need this extra pressure in my life.
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