Before I get to Facebook:
I am thrilled that a panel of some of my favorite bloggers judged my Cowhide Dresser as one of the Top 6 entries in Not JUST A Housewife’s DIY Projects of 2011 contest. There were almost 800 entries, so I am pretty darn excited about that!
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Now readers vote on the Top 6 to decide who gets the Top Spot. I’d love it if you would go over and vote. If you vote for my dresser, that would be awesome, but there are some Uh-Mazing transformations that I am up against. You can vote once a day, through Friday, January 13. Thanks!
On to Facebook: I received a lot of positive feedback on yesterday’s post where I publicly busted my son for being on the site in the middle of the night. (He claims that he didn’t think I’d be mad if he posted a quick status update before he went to bed… He has now been informed of my policy on midnight posting.)
I have often been accused told that I am a strict mom. I am OK with that. People sometimes frown at me when they hear about some of the ways we parent our kids… but you know what? I am OK with that too.
Take Facebook. A lot of our friends have set an age at which their kids can have an account, i.e. “Billy is 15 now, so he is old enough to have a Facebook account.”
Only two of our four boys have accounts. They do not have them because they reached an arbitrary age requirement, but because we felt that they were mature enough/responsible enough to understand the basic principle that the internet is written in ink, not in pencil. If you have any worries about your kid’s discretion, don’t let them get an account.
Even once the child is allowed to get an account, there are conditions. Our kids do not have any inherent right to privacy while they live under our roof.
Condition #1 – They must be “friends” with me. This helps me monitor what they’re doing and when they’re doing it. (As evidenced by yesterday’s post…)
Condition #2 – I must know their password. This serves two purposes.
- It allows me to easily revoke their Facebook privileges. Once Devin lost them for an entire semester because he blew off a huge project in one of his classes and his grade in the class dropped to a D. I took away all privileges (not just fb) until he brought the grade up. (It was a HUGE project that he neglected) Anyhow, I did this by temporarily changing his password. I restored it to the original once he got his grade up.
- It allows me to know what’s really going on and who they’re hanging out with. When they signed up for the account, they understood and agreed to the fact that I will be doing “spot checks” on their Facebook accounts. I randomly have logged on under their accounts and checked out what they’re doing and saying and, more importantly, who their friends are and what they are doing and saying. Some of those kids are little Eddie Haskell’s. All nice and proper when a parent is around, but little trouble-making hellions when they’re not. I want to know that kind of thing. I have told the boys they can (and should) disclose that their Mean Mother snoops around their account on occasion and does look at their friends, their friends photos, and what they post. There is no right to privacy on the internet, especially on these social media sites. If it’s out there, it’s fair game. Don’t post anything that you wouldn’t want your mother to see. Simple.
As a parent, it’s my job both to protect and to teach… sometimes simultaneously. What do you think? How do you monitor your kids’ Facebook activities? Or do you?