The last science unit we do with our students is Human Growth and Development. They think they will hate it and they always end up loving it. And it keeps the super engaged for those last weeks when they are half way out the door already.
While we do teach body systems, we also spend a lot of time on body image. In looking for good resources this year, I came across a Ted Talk that, while not appropriate for use at school, is a great conversation piece for parents at home. It is titled ‘Why thinking you are ugly is bad for you‘. One thing that struck me was when she talked about young girls putting their photos on Facebook and then asking, “Do you think I am ugly?” Our young people are so desperate for approval that they put themselves out to the entire world. Each one of those little ‘likes’ they receive dictates how much they like themselves. That’s really scary.
But then I thought about blogging. I have just started blogging when I did the March Challenge. I decided to do it because it would push me to write. I do some writing, but clearly not enough. And I have stage fright. I really do not like to share my writing. I thought this would make me reach out of my comfort zone in a good way. Once I started, it felt good. It felt good to sit down and write for an audience, even though I didn’t know who they would be. It felt good to finish a ‘piece’. It felt good to put it out there. And then I learned something new. It felt good to be LIKED!
I am not big on social media. I don’t Facebook, or Instagram, or anything else that requires daily upkeep. I really don’t like Facebook as it feels to me as a place to showboat all that is perfect in your world. It’s unrealistic and candy coated. And it is pretty easy to see what everyone else is doing and then feel pretty small about yourself. I have plenty of that already – I don’t need more.
But then my blogs were getting LIKED! I found myself watching my email closely for the first few hours after I posted. Each new message warmed me in a way I totally didn’t expect. I wanted more! I became a watcher and a waiter – ready for the next hit of being liked. While I liked being liked, I also worried when no one even looked at a post. Was I really liked? And then I caught myself. That isn’t what this writing is about. (But I do love the connection I feel with my cohorts.)
I worry about the kids growing up today. I worry that they will misinterpret so much through social media. It’s not that you guys don’t like me. It’s just that I tend to post last and you have all gone to bed and moved on – like you should! But do those beautiful young souls out there understand that being liked or noticed isn’t a measure of the worth of you? I am so grateful I am not a teen today.