Scrolling through Facebook, I read family and friends’ posts. Accept friend requests. Delete one from someone who addresses me as “Warm Infant.” Perhaps the correct translation is “hot babe”?
Fourteen years after surrendering to Facebook, I sometimes wonder why.
When MySpace and Facebook first invaded our world, I imagined techno-geeks had invented one more way I could crash my computer.
I asked my children, “What is this ‘My Face’?”
I should have known better. They’d let their mother think an MP3 was a World War II jet. Why did I think they’d explain social media?
Through the Moms’ Grapevine, I learned my grown children communicated with each other on Facebook. What?! When we lived in the same house for 25 years, I sometimes had to pay siblings to talk to each other.
What were they talking about now?
I learned they were displaying cute pictures of my grandchildren on Facebook.
I leaped into the 21st century … and accidentally signed up for Space Bookies.
Eventually, though, I became a Facebook member and read my daughter’s post: “When my mom joins Facebook, the world will end.”
My children had felt so safe. Bwa-ha-ha-ha!
And they’d had no idea their mother was a warm infant.
Your Extraordinary Ordinary: What’s your social media story?