The other day I walked up on a conversation about Facebook.. Really, about how fake we all are in our on-line personalities. And I am, too. Even on here, I guard myself. I try to protect myself and my kids and my husband. I only share bits and pieces. And what I do share tends to be the good, the pretty. Even when I share my struggles, I carefully craft my thoughts. I don’t share the whole story.
And I think there’s some good in that. This blog will likely remain down the road. There’s a (small) chance that my kids will read it. There’s a bigger chance that my parents or husband will read this and could be hurt by something that I say.
However, I started this way back when… when we were in the thick of foster care. And I started it to connect with other people who were foster parents or were considering fostering.
And now I write to connect still.
How can I connect if what I share isn’t real?
I think what I do share is real, but it’s still less than the whole truth.
So, I’m sorry about that.
I hope that if anyone reads this they break free from the fake a little bit… I want to know the real you.