Facebook is not reality.
The lives we portray on Facebook are not 100% accurate.
When the boys and I went to the baseball game the other day, I asked them to pose for a picture in their seats.
I have posted many photos of the boys calmly smiling, enjoying a game, over the years.
This year, I posted what sometimes happens before or after the “perfect shot” – the boys all punching each other.
I think there is such a temptation in this uber-connected world to hide our tarnished reality.
We want to polish everything up, make ourselves appear perfect.
To brag on our kids without talking about how they drive us insane.
To discuss the cases we win, while de-emphasizing our losses.
To show the peaches and cream, but not the warts.
Who are we trying to impress? Why do we care so very much what others think?
Are we fooling ourselves as well?
It is funny because the Facebook posts that resonate with me the most are the ones where a mom talks about how hard it is to stay up all night tending to a sick kid or a dad talks about losing his temper.
Or when friends share about their struggles with cancer, a dying parent or other heavy issues.
These types of posts strike a connection because they are real.
Maybe we need a social media platform where people could be 100% (or we could even settle for 75%) real. Maybe anonymity would be an important component to that. We could call it Wortbook.
Perhaps we could settle for just being “more real” on Facebook. Sharing the things that bother us, trouble us or make us sad.
Takes courage. Takes an honest look at ourselves. Takes commitment to tell the truth.
Or maybe we could just post more cat videos and call it a day.