Pinterest is pretty cool. It’s got awesome ideas, nerdy memes, recipes. Well, you know because you’re addicted to it just like me.
You know what isn’t cool about Pinterest? The unrealistic expectations that is gives us. All of us.
You do not need to write your child a two page letter explaining why you “lied” about Santa to them. You do not need to write a letter to your future child about how you don’t need to act like celebrities to find attention or love.
What you need to do is tell them to their faces every single day, reinforce positive life choices by having an on-going conversation. Writing a blog post about how you wish your daughter never acts like Miley Cyrus probably won’t prevent it since the aforementioned daughter is usually a toddler. Yes, things live forever on the internet but is your daughter actually going to find it?
So many pins I see are explaining stuff to their children in heartfelt letters that the kid probably will never see. Parenting these topics are not one-time things. If you don’t want your child to end up as a famewhore, you have to raise them to know what is appropriate and what is not. One of those things is not publishing their entire life on social media. I love my kids as much as the next parent but I will never be the type of mom who does this nonsense.
You know what’s crazy? All these parents want to seem like such awesome parents by doing it but within 12 hours of the VMAs, there were hundreds of messages to our children about how Miley’s performance was a disgrace, Robin let it happen, MTV encouraged it and dogonit, WE parents do not condone it.
Who did you write that letter for? It wasn’t your kid.
Social Media is all about presenting yourself as the Best You Can Be. You don’t post the bad things: the tantrums, the tears. You post when your kid says their first word, or helps clean up for the first time.
You wrote that letter to validate yourself to your followers that “Oh gosh no, I’m such an AWESOME parent, I would never, ever, EVER IN A MILLION YEARS let my child end up like Miley Cyrus.”
I’ve sat around reading these things and thinking, “if only I could be like them, they must be so patient, their kids must be so well behaved.” Well, duh, that’s what you want me to think because that’s how you wrote it.
And you need to stop.
We need to stop reading them, repinning them (knowing full well that ain’t nobody got time for that), and you need to stop writing them.