After writing about the many adventures of Addie’s purple woobie, I got an email from my husband telling me I forgot to add a picture to the slideshow.
I assured him I didn’t forget, I chose not to include it because it is sort of, pretty much…humiliating.
What we put out here on the Internet will be around forever folks, and once it’s out there? You don’t have much control over who can get their hands on it or what they can do with it.
Which is why I chose not to include the hilariously awkward picture of Addie in the post, despite it being funniest picture of Addie ever taken. (Well, the one to the left is pretty funny too, she’s diving for a Bocce ball…not face planting…despite the appearance otherwise.)
Sorry, I’m still not going to show you the other one, but I can tell you about it.
While I was pregnant Addie would put woobie under her shirt and pretend she was pregnant too. What we didn’t realize is that she was sleeping with woobie in her shirt as well. One night her shirt must have not been right for a woobie belly so she stuck woobie down the front of her stretchy pajama pants. Due to seams in unfortunate places and the fact that she fell fast asleep with no blankets covering her, we walked into the most unexpected scene that night.
I took a picture, shared it with exactly five family members and my two best friends and left it at that. I knew I could trust them with the photo and with all of them knowing Addie (and woobie) as well as they do, the hilarity was understood. Not captioned with misspelled words in white font and spread around the Internet under the titles of “FAIL!” or “AWKWARD!”
Every photo album has those few pictures that we’re mortified our prom date will see. There’s no need to help that fear along by posting embarrassing photos of our kids for everyone to see before they are even capable of having an opinion of what is online about them.
There’s no need to photograph potty training, or bath time after a certain age. Once little girls are old enough to put their own shirt? They should always be photographed in one.
Maybe I’m just a prude when it comes to such things, but I’m well aware of what lurks on the other side of my door and screen, and I’m not about to feed it.
Where do you stand on the issue of posting photos that would embarrass your own children?