When I was pregnant, I made a habit of ticking off the things I would never do as a mother. Not overtly. I wasn't that kind of annoying prego. I was annoying for other reasons.
Of course I have violated several of my own rules already, one of which being that I would not be an oversharer when it came to my baby. This has been the hardest rule to comply with. I thought I would be able to hide my son from the world (and the Internet) like Madonna hourded Lourdes but it has not been possible.
Even the psuedonym Baby Mo, which I use on this blog, seems like an exercise in futility. My husband had our son on his national news show, Fox and Friends, five days after he was born. (I still watch that segment incessantly.) He also talks about him constantly on his daddy podcast, Daddy On Board.
And then there is The Facebook and The Twitter. How can I avoid sharing the insanely cute and interesting things that my son is doing on my social networks? The world simply must know that he started solids this week!
On Thursday my no-Internet-for-baby rule went up in flames when I brought my son on The 404 podcast, which I have embedded below.
So is it all shot to heck? Why even bother with anonymity at this point? But I had the best of intentions! I wanted my son to learn prudence about using the Internet on his own, not by default through his parents. I used to find mommies like me so annoying. So what now?
When I was pregnant, I asked my coworker Molly Wood how she decided how and when to share about her toddler. She said, "I just sort of share when I feel like it and when it feels right and when it doesn't, I don't." So simple. So wise. So I guess that is my new rule of thumb too. Okay, we all know that Baby Mo is named Miles. The jig is up. But I'll still call him Baby Mo here if it is all the same to you.