I got into a minor debate last week with someone who said that blogs and Pinterest make parents feel “inadequate.” Seeing elaborate bento meals, she claimed, causes sadness for those who can’t afford that for their children. Purveyors of store-bought goods get gloomy over craft creations. Images of immaculate homes make less-domestically-inclined folks downright depressed.
News-flash! People of varying talents are awesome in their own individual ways. We try to be as real as possible here, but I’ll admit that sometimes we gloss over the everyday, ordinary, average-seeming stuff. Who doesn’t?
Society as a whole filters things on Instagram, crops out the messes, skips over the weirder moments. In the photo above, for example, you don’t see that the baby puked on dad a minute later.
A hanging hammock overshadows the fact that our feet are, collectively, screaming for a pedicure.
When upgrades to the adventure trailer are front and center, nobody notices that pile of trash in the background (or the fact that I’m still wearing UGGs in 2015).
Cleverly-focused shots showcase very specific accomplishments.
In the meantime, you don’t happen to see the leaning tower of clutter in the kitchen.
Our front yard selfies don’t show the sheep hanging out in the truck…
…or the deep, satisfied upside-down sleep at the end of a busy day. We don’t purposefully decline to document these junctures. They just don’t seem as much like “occasions” as the more dramatic settings throughout our lives. But home – no matter how humble – is where the heart is.
What makes you feel truly home?