Maybe I Worry Too Much

I started stepping up my game, so to speak, the end of 2012 on the blog. With the new year approaching, I began evaluating what this space is… and what it can be. 

And then, I worry.

First and foremost, it’s a parenting blog. That’s my job. It’s what I do daily, therefore it’s what I’m going to write about. 

As I grow as a person and a mom, and have decided to share my interests, it evolves, but even my recipes and fashion are going to have a mom flare. 

You’re going to see much of what my life centers around… Lovebug.

That? Causes me worry.

Part of stepping up my game is social media. A late bloomer to the facebook fad, I have a personal page and decided to set up a page for the blog. I’d been on twitter in the past, but didn’t really see a need for it until my blogging activity picked up, so my activity there picked up as well. And Instagram. Oh, Instagram. How do I love thee?

Yet, I worry constantly about the images I’m posting. 

I mention Instagram because, as it’s name implies, it’s instant. In-the-moment-capture-it-now-and-post-it-immediately. For all. the. world. to. see. With hashtags, too, it makes it so easy for people to find you. And then when the likes and comments come in from so many I don’t know! Ah, a catch 22. It’s not the only medium I use, though, for photos. AND Lovebug makes appearances in many of those photos. 

That’s where my heart worries about whether or not I’m doing the right thing.

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I wrote a post back in September as I began the road to maxing out my social media, and with every photo/video I post, the consequences weigh heavy on my heart. 

And therein, lies the worry.

Though you’ll never see any compromising pictures (you know in the bath, on the potty) – that would probably scare Lovebug for life as she get older knowing that sort of thing is out on the world w i d e web – there are photos of her in the outfit of the day, playing, on family vacations, etc… I try to keep to some level of privacy, but this blog wouldn’t exist without her.

Thoughts of child predators enter my mind too often when I do post pictures of Lovebug in a cute, frilly skirt… and my stomach turns. Unfortunately, as sick as it is, it’s all too disgustingly real. 


I worry.

I’m confident that my gut will tell me what to and what not to post. What scares me is that any image could be found on a child molesters wall, even if it’s one of Lovebug fully clothed.


Oh, the worry!


I also know that at any time we could be out and some sicko could take their own photograph of her. I think that’s why I feel so torn every time I post any picture. I don’t have control in the real world, but not posting online makes it that much harder for someone to have access to my little girl.

There are tons of mom bloggers out there, many I follow, and they too are putting pictures up. I’m not the only one, but as a mother of a girl? 

I worry. Maybe too much. 

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