I’m trying to work out the tension between sharing what is appropriate about our struggles right now and oversharing. Here’s what I’ve figured out.
I’ve never regretted sharing my struggles.
I sometimes regret doing it in ways that aren’t helpful (complaining and whining), but I’ve never regretted being transparent. There is something inside of all of us that longs to know that we’re not alone. We want to know that we’re not the only one who can’t get their kids to brush their teeth, or that we aren’t the only one who has a child who can’t stay dry all night when they are about to be 5 years old, or if anyone else feels like they aren’t “winning” at parenting. We want to know that we aren’t the only one scared that something might be wrong with our kids. We want to know that someone else struggles in the same way we do. Here’s the upside of social media.
We get a chance to hear and share, “Me too.”
When I go first and share openly and bravely, I raise my hand to say, “me too” in response to some of your unspoken questions. I heard so many “me too” ‘s in response to pouring out my heart over my uncertainty with dealing with parenting and having a child who might be struggling with OCD/Hoarding.
These days, I’m anxious. That’s my big struggle. Maybe you have one that’s similar.
Please don’t misunderstand. I am not happy that anyone has to deal with something that is crushing them, but I’m grateful to know that I’m not alone.