How to be a social media influencers for your children
The first time my son, who is in school now, asked me why I was tweeting about him, I was surprised and confused.
After all, I have never really had much experience with social media.
What I did know, however, was that he liked the idea of me doing so.
When he was little, he used to ask me to tweet about him because he was so excited about the idea.
The reason he wanted to be noticed was that, as a child, he was teased about his weight.
“The boys at school teased me about my weight,” he explained.
“I used to feel like I was not good enough, that I didn’t look good enough.
It was one of the most humiliating things I had ever experienced.”
When I was younger, my son didn’t have a lot of friends because he felt like he was “just there” and I didn’ like to be around people who were different.
He felt like I would judge him and that if he were to tell a friend that he felt ashamed or embarrassed, he would be ostracized.
I told him that I was going to do everything I could to support him.
I would be the one who shared the story of how he had been bullied and I would do everything in my power to support that.
I started to do that and he liked it.
In the months that followed, I started to see his tweets getting shared around the world and I started seeing him tweeting about his bullying, as well.
Now, the bully in me is back.
When my son is in class, he is always on the front of the classroom with his hands in his pockets.
He will sometimes take a picture with his phone, but he will also sit on the back and take pictures of his friends.
On his first day of school, I took him to my office to get his lunch and I had to explain to him that he needed to get a snack.
He said, “Mom, I just want to take pictures with my phone.”
The day after his lunch, he texted me to tell me that he had bullied a classmate at school.
Mom was devastated.
I said, Well, we have to deal with it, but we have two days of recess, so I am going to get my son a snack and then we can talk about it.
I had already talked with my son about what was going on and I was determined to do something.
I got my phone and started scrolling through his Facebook page.
It was just a pile of selfies.
One of them had his name, face and address.
But what was even more heart wrenching was when I saw that the bully had posted pictures of him with the same face, the same body, the exact same hair.
There was a photo of his face that had been altered to resemble that of his mother and another photo that showed him smiling, smiling with the most beautiful smile I had seen on my son’s face in a long time.
This was when my son began to have the most difficult moments of his day.
My son was bullied so much because he looks different from everyone else in his class.
As I went through the pictures and posts, I began to realize that what was really going on was that I had created a bully.
I created a false bully.
Instead of showing him what he was supposed to look like, I created the real bully.
And I had no idea what I was doing.
So I started the hashtag #MyFirstMomInstagram.
And that’s how it started.
We began to see pictures of my son and other people in his school being bullied and we started sharing that information.
I was inspired by the thousands of comments that were coming in from across the country.
From my inbox, I found more than 500 comments on how I created this hashtag.
And then, the #MySecondMomInstix.
People started sending me photos of their sons and I began seeing photos of girls who were bullied.
These pictures and comments began to become a reality.
I started receiving calls from people in the United States and Europe who wanted to know what my son had been through.
They were devastated by the bully, their kids, and their communities.
They wanted me to know the truth about what my children were going through and to share that with them.
I could not wait to share the information that they needed.
By this time, I had heard from people all across the world who were suffering from bullying and bullying related issues.
All of them were very grateful to know that there was someone out there who understood the problem.
I thought, Why am I sharing this information with all of these people when I could be sharing it with my children?
In our time together, I learned that I am not alone.
I have been bullied, bullied