That Moment When You Realize You Can’t Insta-Face-Tweet Your Kid’s Story
It’s official. Her story is no longer MY story.
My teen went on her first date this past weekend. She didn’t say: mom no pictures please! Or Mom, please don’t blog about this. She didn’t even say… are you going to post a picture of me on Instagram?
No, she didn’t have to.
I did ask if I could take a picture of her and her date before they left and she let me.
But I didn’t insta-face-tweet it. (I did however send a quick image text to my mom, my sister and a couple close friends who are more like aunts to her anyway. Her First Date! How super-cute is this!) They agreed and asked for all the super-cute details.
And I super-cuted them back overboard with the details.
But only them.
Don’t get me wrong. I was dying to share that photo and first date mom-moment with my ‘friends’ on Facebook. But… Those people are not HER friends. She did share her own images on her socials that night. (How lame to have a mom who sees everything she Instagrams!)
And the moment I’m having over here is…
How did I become old enough to have a daughter who dates? As in… BOYS? What?
My next thought was… 18 months left of high school… then she’ll be off to college (plus maybe an LDS Mission?) and.. gulp.. marriage?
Whoa. That means grandchildren and… yeah I had to turn the thought train around at that point and remind myself she’s only 16. And it was just a first date.
Please send a box of Costco-sized cream puffs, I think I need a hug.
And in case you’re worried I still plan to Instagram every highpoint in her life when it’s appropriate. I mean if her band wins State again? Or she performs with her whole Clarinet group? Or silly sibling photos, new hair dos, Christmas morning surprises… she’s still my kid and I still get to share moments that are about her. But there is a parenting social media line, and we’re trying to find it.
What should I do about Prom? It’s coming this year you know. Hmmm. Please tell me I get to share a Prom Date moment? Yeah, we’ll work on figuring that one out. (And PS, where the heck do we find Modest Prom Dresses? Oy.)
That’s a mom-of-teen-daughter dilemma for another day.
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