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Bad Parenting Moments: Online Personas vs. Real Life Personas - The WWF Smackdown

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Online Personas vs. Real Life Personas - The WWF Smackdown

This amazing thing happens on the Internet. You become anonymous. Running a close second behind indoor plumbing, anonymity is one of the greatest luxuries gifted to mankind. The ability to create an identity - a no holds barred super-you. Anxiety? Nope. Social awkwardness? Gone. Worrying about what the mom in the pick-up line thinks? Not a problem on the www. You can take a big step to the left of "Real You" and just let the crazy fly! It's a whole new, brave world filled with creative possibility and connection. You can write what you want while wearing what you want and, while making jokes you'd never make during kindergarten pick-up. Laughing uproariously while you sit on your crappy, juice stained couch, thinking up your next blog post and grinding that fruit bar ever further into your Lego ridden area rugs. As far as everyone knows, our online selves are kick-ass, red boot wearing, cape donning, baby seal saving spies with abs sculpted personally by Suzanne Somers. Online personas give us the outlet to be our best, superhero selves. We dive boldly into the deep end of the pool. Online, we take snippets of a life and quilt them into a creation of interest.That idea is so intoxicating and appealing because the real me....well, the real me is just not that interesting.

I'm a full-time mom of four young children. I am a mom all day. I make breakfast and then clean it up. I shower and put my wet hair in a bun or ponytail where it stays in varied degrees of disheveled mess for the duration of the day. I make lunch and then clean it up. I change diapers. I wipe rears. I pay library fines...a lot of library fines. I nurse the baby...constantly. Nursing pads make unflattering lumps in my shirt that I acknowledge but ignore. I drive a minivan with windows I have to manually roll down. I help with homework. I fill kiddie pools. I am hounded for snacks every quarter hour. I forget baked goods I've promised for school events. I am constantly loading and unloading children from our car and switching laundry from washer to dryer to basket. After sweeping for what seems like eternity, I still step on Cheerios and sticky patches of foreign substances. I constantly have Play-Doh stuck to the bottom of my pants. I drink copious amounts of coffee, yet yawn all day long. I go to grocery stores. I go to parks. I color, read books and snuggle. I make concerted efforts to be patient and still get frustrated. At 5:30 p.m., every day, my brain starts to shut off and the last hour before my husband gets home seems endless. I make dinner and then clean it up. I put toys in bins. I give kisses goodnight and then plop my rear on same juice stained couch, exhausted. Rinse and repeat. This is not to say that I don't love it. The honor of being a parent is the best damn honor in the world. It is epic in its overwhelming joy and satisfaction and epic in its day-to-day redundancy.

And, while I'm being honest here about virtual versus reality, I have to admit that Real Me gets uncomfortable at parties with new people. Real Me struggles trying to make small talk. Real Me sometimes (often) chokes trying to get a thought from head to mouth. Frankly, Real Me can be a real pain in my ass. Online Me is fun. Online Me is in the moment. Online Me takes chances and gives herself a break. Online Me is an open book. An open, anonymous book where the names and places have been crossed through with Sharpie.

The pull of the safety and anonymity of the online persona is strong. The safety of a real life hiding just behind an idea of who you are or, better yet, who you want to be. No one really knows what is happening inside the recesses of my head except me and me. This is the affair we're having with our inner self.

The thing that surprises me the most about this journey is that this pseudo-self helps me embrace the real humor, in real moments, in my real life as mom. Moments that I may have glossed over before have become moments I now capture and share with a community; and, in that community, I am finding the bridge between Bad Parenting Moments and Real Me. That bridge is something I think every mom is looking for. A bridge to your kick-ass, anonymous, super hero self. A bridge that connects a healthy piece of escapism to your grounded, real life. A bridge that sweetens the sweet and helps to humorize the sour. The ability to multi-task with multiple personalities and not end up institutionalized. To not end up institutionalized...every mother's goal!

The next transition will be working on allowing the best parts of real life and the best parts of online life to combine and make me the super human I have always wanted to be, but lacked the courage (or knowledge of quantum physics and chemistry) to pursue.  This may mean nothing more than showing up at school at 3:00 p.m. wearing a replica of Wonder Woman's red boots, but, with my hair still in a bun and the strap of my nursing bra accidentally and partially exposed. Hey, baby steps.

And, when you read our posts and banter with us online, I hope you are picturing BPM like this:


"Kids, don't make me use the lasso of truth!"











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14 Comments:

At May 23, 2012 at 2:23 PM , Blogger Kelley said...

I think the super human you is right around the corner. I always knew there was a reason you reminded me of Wonder Woman! No, I think we all struggle with the on-line life and real life. You described it well!

Thanks for linking up with us over at #findingthefunny!

 
At May 23, 2012 at 5:00 PM , Blogger Patricia Purcell said...

You're so right, online me is so much better at smalltalk than real life me. Real life me is busy with my house and kids, much as you described. I enjoyed your post and I'm glad I saw it on finding the funny!

 
At May 24, 2012 at 4:39 PM , Blogger mod mom beyond indiedom said...

It's no problem. Can I be Isis? I tagged you on my blog in an 11 Question blogger ice breaker thingy. Hope you don't mind and I'd love to see your answers Wonder Woman!

 
At May 25, 2012 at 5:27 PM , Blogger BadParentingMoments said...

Thank you for reading, Patricia!

 
At May 25, 2012 at 5:27 PM , Blogger BadParentingMoments said...

Absolutely would love to come by and answer. Thank you for reading! Now...to figure out how to access the tag. ;)

xo, BPM

 
At May 25, 2012 at 5:29 PM , Blogger BadParentingMoments said...

Thank you for reading, Kelley! I mean, Super Kelley!

 
At May 25, 2012 at 9:23 PM , Anonymous Jester Queen said...

I'm bad at being anonymous. So I just go for the full reveal in my about page. But then, I'm the kind of Mom who would TOTALLY crack those jokes in the kindergarten line. At my son's pirate themed birthday party at a jump zone, the party host girl kept looking at the treasure map and referring to the treasure of One Eyed Willie. She was really just reading the map. Only she knew the double entendre and the map maker I guess didn't. So she kept hesitating and trying to think of something else and failing and saying "Willie" anyway. And all of us grown ups were cracking up like a bunch of fourth graders. It was great.

 
At May 26, 2012 at 2:20 PM , Blogger maura29 said...

Bethany, you are intelligent, funny, insightful, strong, honest, kind, gorgeous,......I could go on and on. You are all of these things in your online persona as well as your "real" life. In fact, I'd be willing to bet that you actually have some bullet proof wrist cuffs hidden in your jewelry box.

 
At May 28, 2012 at 1:38 AM , Blogger robyn said...

You SO nailed this! I was going to give examples of what I identified with, but it was your whole post. My fave, though, might be the crumpled nursing pad. Because on the rare occasion when I get to put my boobs in my shirt, I totally have that.

 
At May 28, 2012 at 10:08 AM , Blogger Meredith said...

This is so perfect, so true, and so EXACTLY my life--thanks for making me feel normal. And conjuring up image of Wonder Woman when thinking about BPM? Check--done ;)

 
At May 28, 2012 at 12:13 PM , Blogger BadParentingMoments said...

If you are the mom that would crack the mildly inappropriate to wildly inappropriate jokes during school pick-up, then I am positive we would be great friends. Thank you so much for stopping by and reading. You are an amazing writer and I'm a big fan of your blog.

 
At May 28, 2012 at 12:14 PM , Blogger BadParentingMoments said...

Great, now I want bullet proof cuffs. Love you too even though I think you drank too much of the Bethany is awesome Kool-Aid I like to hand out at parties. xo

 
At May 28, 2012 at 12:16 PM , Blogger BadParentingMoments said...

A kindred, scrunched nursing pad sister! My other favorite is when they magically turn around in your bra so that the sticky part is attached to your boob. Seriously, HOW does that happen. When nursing pads attack. Thank you for stopping by and reading. I love HTV with my whole heart, funny lady.

 
At May 28, 2012 at 12:18 PM , Blogger BadParentingMoments said...

Thank you so much for stopping by and reading! And, a double thank you for conjuring Wonder Woman. That does wonders for my self esteem both on and off-line! You can borrow my lasso of truth if I can borrow your black, pleather catsuit.

 

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