Two weeks ago Singer and I fought a cough hard. We were both down for about twelve days, and those days were long. Four of them we spent alone, without David, as he was on a business trip. The lack of adult engagement was excruciating. I found myself sitting on the couch for almost two weeks checking and rechecking to see if anything new happened in friends lives via Facebook while I waited for ours to get better. It had been raining on and off during our time on the couch, and I think we were both about to go stir crazy. Then as the sun came out we both got better, so we put on our shorts, I strapped the baby to me, and she and I got back in the yard after I missed the last few growing seasons due to... baby stuff.. With new additions and growing methods this year we are prepping for a huge season ahead.
Then I did it. Something told me to temporarily delete my Facebook account. How long will it last? I don't know. I've been trying to call, text, or email friends to say hi and catch up. After I deleted my account I found myself sitting at long stop lights with nothing but my own thoughts, or a baby to sing to if she was awake. My habit has become so second nature in my eyes that I no longer remember the days of patiently waiting for the light to turn green. The days of being disconnected, yet connected.
As I sat at another red light today I thought about when David and I started dating. Before I had a "smart phone", we didn't know every movement a friend made unless we partied, called, or texted. He mentioned this point last night over dinner, and he is right- it's a method of connection, but it's somehow less.
Social Networking definitely has it perks, I enjoy seeing where folks check in, share good news, and mobile uploads are a favorite. But what better time to try something "new" than spring. Right now I've enjoyed not walking by my phone and clicking the little F on the screen to see what everyone else is doing. Instead I'm doing more longer without breaks, and there's a lot to be done to get the largest scale garden growing that I've ever attempted without my grandfather.
I've got every single thing I've ever really wanted right here, my own personal fairytale. A garden in the sun, a yard that is prepped for plants, a workable kitchen, a beautiful husband and baby that love me, and a camera to document it all with. I'll still let you peak in our life via the blog and hope that you will keep in touch with us as well. That's the catch-22 to this whole thing, missing what you guys are putting out there. We hope to see you soon. brinsonfolks@gmail.com
(I found ur blog thur instagram) I love this! and i really like your pictures and the Christmas gift tradition!
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading Aimee! And saying hello :)
DeleteI haven't deleted, but last weekend I decided I would not open facebook--or go online, for that matter--while the kids were up. I think I was missing moments--just because they were busy with something else when I would check in didn't mean I couldn't join them. During the day I am only answering the phone and occasionally checking e-mail. It's freeing, isn't it? XOXO Love your baby girl and all of you.
ReplyDeleteIt's so true and I'm really enjoying it. Love y'all!
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