Every blogging tip post I’ve ever read, after telling me that content is king, tells me of the importance of a social media presence. They also tell you to concentrate on one at a time when you’re starting out.
“It’s better to do one thing well than ten things poorly.” — Heather Hart
Building an engaged online social media presence is time consuming. With the keyword here being engaged. The way the world of social media is these days it’s often easy to buy followers. But those followers don’t interact. They don’t engage with you. And they certainly don’t always appreciate the effort you put in.
Which brings me to Instagram. It always seemed like a lot of effort to take and record photos daily. So it’s always been at the bottom of my list. Something that I had and threw the odd photo on. A blurred shot of the boys. A random shoe. I just left it and concentrated on Facebook and Twitter. Both of which I knew well. Oh the hours I can while away on Facebook, Instagram just didn’t quite have that same appeal.
Until it one day did. And my new found love of Instagram was born.
From a random question I asked in a blogging group spiralled into a conversation that made me think about the way I use Instagram and why I use it. The question? It was simple.
How often do you post to Instagram?
The responses varied, from once a day, to multiple times. Leading to from my DSLR to just from my phone. From curated to just snap happy. It led me to realise that Instagram can be whatever you want it to be, the question is what did I want mine to be? What story was I telling?
"You sit here and I will take your picture. Say CHEESE" Improvising taking photos with Freddie the firefly. My boys are getting to the age where they are really starting to interact. The Baby is becoming a thousand times more interesting (and irritating) to the Toddler. And the Toddler? Well he is just the baby's favourite person, no one can make him laugh like the Toddler can.
The answer came to me fairly quickly, an extension of me, of my blog. Which can only really mean one thing.
Being a little brother is tough, dragged around watching big boys do their big boy things. Like this morning watching his big brother bounce around at BOUNCE but we are lucky that (most of the time) he's such a happy placid baby perfectly content to absorb everything around him. And play with his toes. His toes are the best toy ever.
There is no point in me posting proud home photos, my house is always a mess and as we rent we don’t really put our stamp on it. I love a good quote as much as the next person but I’d rather read them on someone else’s feed than mine. Food, it’s always nice but I’m an edible chef not a pretty chef.
We tried to get a little bit Christmassy making cranberry cinnamon cookies. We are also very much in the independent MY DO IT MYSELF phase #LittleFierceOnes indeed. So do it himself he did. However I was so busy policing him I completely forgot the vital ingredient of baking powder. Still. How vital can it be?? (Clue: very) Thanks for the #WIDN @domesticatedmomster what about you @absolutelyprabulous @onedadoneblog @moderndadpages?
What I want to see when I look at my feed is a snapshot of my days via my children. Yes. There may be a landscape shot. A food post. But generally, I want to document my boys.
I haven't bought rice cakes since the Toddler was tiny. Starting on our second weaning journey they've been making their way back into my shopping trolley. I think they taste like cardboard. The toddler? Thinks they are the best treat EVER and he's pulling rank on the baby as the big brother and keeps pinching them off him. Cheeky monkey.
Photos are precious moments in time. Moments that are gone all too quickly. I want to be able to look back and see my big boys cheeky smile from when he stole the rice cake from the Baby. The Baby’s fascination with the bubbles. The snuggles on the sofa.
It's often the little things in life that bring us the most pleasure. This morning, for the Baby that is the experience of bubbles. For me, the complete look of amazement as he watched them drift down. A chubby hand going to grab and shock as it disappears before his eyes. "Enjoy the little things in life for one day you'll look back and realise they were the big things" — Kurt Vonnegut
My Instagram is all me. My life. My boys. My loves. That’s the story I am telling with my feed.
What story do you tell?