“Sharenting.” Have you heard this portmanteau? Add this concern to the list that today’s parents must consider when they contemplate the unfolding life of their child. I, however, am weighing grand-sharenting!
When my husband posted a precious photo of our son holding his son during our first visit at the hospital, I was unaware that he had done so. The room was FULL of activity. The baby was taking his day-old exams, undoubtedly rivaling any ACT or SAT in importance: bilirubin; extremity circulation (right wrist, left foot); blood tests(those innocent little smears, five of them, that the nurse poked his little heel twice to extract); and hearing (headphones and monitors, oh my). I wondered about what had transpired when they whisked my son away to the nursery after his birth.
This family was settled in a baby-friendly hospital. The parents stay in the room with the newborn—all together. It made me question how I so willingly surrendered my infant be borne away to a remote—down the hall—location after harboring him so closely for over nine months. My daughter-in-love wasn’t letting this hard-won wonder out of her sight. Tears pooled as I watched my son handle this newcomer with all the love in the world, quite present for his first Father’s Day!
Once we headed to the car for our ride home, my husband showed me the post. Immediately I asked whether Sam knew. Being in schools has sensitized me to the issue of dependents’ rights and privacy. Now with AI and facial recognition, my radar is on high alert. Immediately my husband began to worry alongside me.
The NPR article I found the next morning allayed a bit of concern, and my son dispelled the rest when my husband discussed it with him yesterday. It turns out there is a “members only” photo sharing app, Tinybeans, a Google product that safeguards privacy and is what they are considering for those who want to keep up with family developments. Whew! My favorite grandson won’t be gracing Facebook or X or Instagram. Now we know.
I think about my fellow bloggers who write about their children or grandchildren and have given them aliases, photographing the children’s backs or tousled bent heads. That is necessary, I realize, in this world of rapidly advancing facial recognition and ubiquitous social media. I would miss the wonderful anecdotes they share, the small moments, true slices-of-life, that enrich my days. So truly, now more than ever before, word pictures, the power of story, matters above all. It’s not whether we share or not, it’s how .
When we rue the advance of AI and invasive social media, it humbles me to hold personal storytelling sacred.
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