Social media ranged from “not much of a thing” to “non-existent” when my girls were born. My youngest is 9 and oldest is 17.

I try to imagine the experience of raising my babies with social media as I experience it now, and I see it just as you describe — a double-edged sword.

I was pretty isolated as a stay-at-home mom to 1, then 2, then 3, then 4. I got depressed. I felt disconnected and incredibly lonely. I imagine that social media may have helped alleviate that.

Then I imagine the flip side of the coin: comparing myself to all of the images of faux-mommy-perfection out there and feeling even lower and less adequate inside my little cocoon of isolation.

I arrive at the conclusion that I’m grateful to have had young children pre-social-media normalization. Adding the pressure to be perfect to this young mom, who was struggling to just survive, may have been too much for me.

I’m glad you decided to turn that shit off and be in the moment. Like you said, it’ll be there when you’re ready to go back.

Mama, writer, lover, fighter — I wear my heart on my sleeve because my pants pockets are too small. www.ajkaywriter.com

Mama, writer, lover, fighter — I wear my heart on my sleeve because my pants pockets are too small. www.ajkaywriter.com