Facebook has created some weird adoption moments for me. Ruth and Nora have my parents blocked, and are friends with me, the Mister, and my sister. Over the last few months, they’ve started putting up short videos of Cricket; Kate watches them, I watch them, and the Mister doesn’t. There were several visits put up after our visit, and two of them made me particularly uncomfortable. In the first, Cricket and the Mister are playing together on a piece of playground equipment. Kate saw this one before I did, and when I watched it, I said something like, How weird, Mr. Book is so obviously about to cry. Kate hadn’t realized that that’s what his face meant—I talked to him about it, and apparently most people don’t read him very well, which is probably a blessing—so I may be the only one who watches that video and sees my husband on the verge of tears. That’s probably a blessing. In the second video, Cricket is trying to cross one of those bouncy bridges and keeps getting blocked by other, older kids. He hovers uncertainly for a bit, then he scoots over to me, and I put my hand on his back in a comforting way that looks super momlike to me. It freaked me out a bit to see that.
This week, they put up a short video of him scarfing down raspberries, which he apparently loves. I almost put up a comment—I love raspberries, my husband loves raspberries like nobody else I know—but I’ve never commented. I only ever “like” their videos. Their friends comment, and I read those comments, and I can’t see it being appropriate for me to leave one. I think it’s okay to like them, though, as they are titled things like “Cricket and Mama Susie on Bridge.” I hope so, at any rate.