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This is a post about a childhood unplugged, but here we are meeting on the computer.
We learn that we shouldn’t spend too much time on computers from information that Google gives us.
Ironic.
Social media is a tricky thing – connecting and overstepping, glossing the messy parts, and laying us bare to thousands of souls we don’t even know.
But his hair smells like the sun and dirt. And you can’t see how I failed and how I soared in just one day of motherhood. This is real life, and we are passing notes in class. A pretty blog is a note with the glitter pens and folded just so. Except this time instead of trying to make sure the teacher doesn’t catch us, we must beware we don’t get all caught up in algorithms and popularity parties, and all the feelings that can come from slick screens and rising or falling numbers.
Because these little ones of ours know how to be unplugged, and we forget and plug them and ourselves back in. All it takes is not paying the cable bill and the option no longer stands. But I would miss you if you let your internet connection go.
Thank you for reading though. It helps to know that I can send little words off into space and we can hold hands through the country and the world and say, “Yes I know. The mothering is hard, and the mothering is beautiful. And I am here too.”
But most of all his hair smells like the sun and dirt, and his shoulders hang just so as his back twirls up in an every growing dance. Have you seen how their feet tread the ground like it is hallowed?
Just stop and look. I promise, it’s miracle.
More unplugged images coming to you this May via screens of lovely artists – www.childhoodunplugged.com
