My Mom recently joined Instagram and started following my account there.
Even though I post nothing there that I would be ashamed to show Mom, I still had an initial “Eek! Mother is on Insta” visceral reaction. I don’t know why. Now that I’ve gotten over it, it is kinda nice to have her looking at my wildlife (read: chihuahua) photos, because she says nice things like: “Your photos are so arty!” 😀
All I can say is, I’m glad I have never posted anything, anywhere, that I’d be ashamed for my Mom to look at. Sure, I may have posted stuff she doesn’t agree with, that she might even find objectionable (although I can’t think what), but that’s different to posting stuff I wouldn’t care for her to see.
I’m not sure if she reads this blog. She may do, if she follows the link from my Instagram profile. HI MOM!
NB: Mom has always called herself “Mom” in writing (even if we all say “Mum” in practice), so that’s what I have written here.
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Guilty. I was the one who downloaded the app to her iPad and set up the account for her. Sometimes these things just happen.