The day came. One of my favorite things about FaceBook (FB) was the rule that one must be 13 before they could join (which I know some don’t follow, but we did). Then it happened. My oldest daughter turned 13.
I had my own set of rules to hand out along with my permission.
- I must be her first friend.
- I must know her password.
- She could not “friend” anyone she didn’t personally know.
- I have the right to add rules, change rules, and/or revoke her FaceBook privilege as I see fit.
We also made a deal that she needs to do something for me before she goes on FB. That part is working out wonderfully for me, since there’s always something that needs to be done! So far, so good overall.
She has “friended” all of our family and family friends. I love watching my older daughter interact with her long distance family members via FB. It’s great to see that their relationships can grow stronger, thanks to technology. They always comment on her pics and good news that she shares on FB. I love seeing her get the love and support she so greatly deserves from everyone that knows and loves her.
Now, I’m aware that some kids create more than one account on FB (or any other social site, for that matter). I’m aware that I cannot see her chats or private messages, even if I am her friend. I know that no matter what I do, there will be some things that I won’t know about her life. That’s okay. In fact, that’s how it should be. She won’t know how to be on her own as an adult if she’s never given the opportunity to try, and sometimes fail, on her own.
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