I asked Em if it was okay to post the following photographs of her. She said, “Yeah! Post on blog!”
“But is it okay to first post on Facebook?” I asked. And again without hesitation Em gave me an enthusiastic thumbs up.
I have to admit, whenever Em says yes to me, regarding posting an image of her or something she’s said or typed, I feel more than a little ambivalent. I wonder if she fully understands what it means to post on Facebook or here on the blog, despite my lengthy (and more than one) explanations of what this means, how many people may see it, who those people are or might be. People remind me of the importance of listening. And part of listening is to also honor and respect what I hear. I’m trying to do that, while also trusting my own instincts and hopefully I’m getting it “right” more often than not.
I compare Emma’s response to her older brother’s, who has made it known to us that under no circumstances is he okay having us post his photograph, except on very rare occasions when he’ll shrug and say, “Seriously, Mom?” There’s usually a moment when he stares at me with a slight grin and then says, “Yeah, okay.” But my daughter is not like her older brother. My daughter has a completely different personality. Emma, adores the spot light. If there is a stage, she will head for it. If there’s a microphone, she will grab it, if there’s a crowd she wants to be in front of it, preferably singing. Emma does not have inhibitions, she does not worry about what others will think or may think. Emma has that wonderful ability to be herself among strangers and doesn’t modify herself in accordance with what she thinks they may or may not like. Emma is MY role model!
What follows are the photos I asked Emma if it was okay to post, to which she said cheerfully, “Yes!”
First there was this…
Okay, I don’t know about the rest of you, but for some reason Emma hugging the Vlasic Pickle Mascot makes me tear up… Every. Single. Time.
*A quick side note – the Vlasic Pickle mascot is a stork. Why, you might ask? Well, I googled it and found out that in the ’60’s their tag line was, “the pickle pregnant women crave…”
I have to run, because Emma’s mom is in a flash mob today outside the stock exchange… yeah, you read that right. YouTube video to follow… 😀