Social media has made me a parental super hero.
Ever since Eliana was a little thing, twitter and Facebook and (more recently) instagram have connected me to an entire world to which I wouldn’t otherwise have access. (And yes, I almost ended this sentence with the word “to” but then the voice of a former newspaper editor said something in my head about unicorns dying, so I changed it to read like I actually follow proper grammar on a regular basis. Also? I like unicorns. Anyway….)
Princess Katie of Princess Katie and Racer Steve (have your volume off when you click the link if you’re at work) once tweeted a FEEL BETTER in response to my update about Eliana being sick. I’m pretty sure the wide-eyed wonder in Eliana’s face as she blinked up in pure disbelief while I read PK’s well-wishing tweet is what cemented my role in the Parenting Hall of Fame. Not only did PK know who I was, she knew who Eliana was because of me. And because Eliana had no concept of twitter or followers or what in God’s name a social media update was — and because I handle almost all of my SoMe updates on my iPhone — the tweet became a text and that meant that Princess Katie Had My Phone Number.
That means I win at Parenting, y’all.
Since then, I’ve been asked to text Santa her Christmas list, the Tooth Fairy to let her know another tooth was loose, the Easter Bunny to let him know we moved, and countless other Magical Beings about countless other Magical Things. On the flipside — and because Mama is gonna milk this for as long as she can — I’ve stopped tantrums in their tracks and witnessed Feats of Perfect Behavior during Otherwise No Good Very Bad Days simply by muttering something about how Santa just texted a poll to parents asking their thoughts on how many pieces of coal should appear in stockings for the kids on the Naughty List.
I’m an evil genius and you’re welcome.
Not too long ago, maybe around the time we launched Eliana’s blog that we don’t have the time to post on as often as I’d like, texts became tweets and instagram became AppleDog and the Story Pirates nominated me for Best Mom on the Internet. Okay, so not really. But they should and I’d totally be gracious and surprised if they actually did because I’m modest like that. Also? I probably deserve a cookie for making it 400 words without saying a bad word so you’re welcome for that, too.
Back to the AppleDog story…I took a picture, Eliana asked me to tell the Story Pirates on AppleDog so they could see the picture, too, and they did AND RESPONDED. Had it ended there, I’d still be just as giddy as the day I realized I could use my iPhone addiction as a peace negotiator with The Guardians. But then this happened….
No seriously…where’s my tiara?
I have no words for how awesome today was made simply because of this exchange. It highlighted to me exactly why the Story Pirates are the phenomenon they have become with the kids who listen to their podcast, check in on Kids Place Live, or are lucky enough to see them perform in person. The concept is brilliantly simple and beautifully executed: kids write their own stories, submit to the Story Pirates for consideration, and if selected, the story is turned into a play and PERFORMED on air or on stage. If not? The Story Pirates have been known to write a kind word or two on the back of submitted stories before sending them back to the hopeful playwrites. It’s creative inspiration, acknowledgement, and the fostering of literary love all wrapped in glittery awesomeness.
Today’s update from the Story Pirates wasn’t just a feather in my parenting cap. It was the moment Eliana realized she has a voice.
Plus I totally have Santa Clause on speed dial now…so sorry about that tantrum your kid just threw in the toy store.