Parents are boring.
There was a comment piece in the Irish Times yesterday about how boring parents are for posting pictures of their children all over social media. How we’re all performative show-offs , pretending our lives are wonderful and our children are all unique and fascinating genius’. Not only that, but we are invading our children’s privacy and robbing them of their individuality.
This is beyond condescending; it infantalises parents, mothers in particular. Being a mother is embarrassing – please, keep your children to yourself, or if you really must, limit it to a closed Facebook group of immediate family. The implication running through the piece is that the author is somehow smarter, and cooler, than me because not only does she not post pictures of her kids online but she doesn’t even have kids! Cool, huh?
I don’t have a baby. I don’t even have a car or chairs or a pension. So speaking not-as-a-mother perhaps I don’t understand the compulsion to constantly bang on about every single thing a child is up to, from the colour of its faeces to the cute thing they just did at their ballet lesson.
Look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair.
At the end of the piece, the author asks,
So the next time you reach to upload a photo of your kid, ask yourself why are you doing it, and who are you really doing it for?
OK then: I’m doing it because sometimes my kids are just so cute I want the world to see them. I’m doing it because I’m proud of them.I’m doing it for a community of like-minded people on Instagram, Twitter, or the blog. I would have thought it’s obvious but I’m certainly not doing it for the comment of a national newspaper.
In terms of privacy, I think we are all conscious of the photos we share online, whatever the subject. As it happens, most, if not all , of my favourite pictures of my children are of the backs of their heads.
I share them with you, because my children are adorable and I demand that you admire them.