I am seriously at a total loss for words, and have been since about 9:30 Tuesday night. Well, some what… minus the frustration and tears.
For those that know me well, you are aware that for me to be at a loss for words is pretty out of the ordinary. As some of you know, we discovered that my identity was hacked the week before Thanksgiving. I received an e-mail Tuesday night from a complete stranger warning me that someone had stolen photos of my husband and children and created multiple social media outlets pretending to be me.
They created a Facebook profile.
And while they seemed to be so creative with this scheme, they weren’t creative enough to post their own thoughts… they stole mine, every last word… well, except for when they switched out our names. Felicity Paige and Genevieve Claire? I can’t…. I just can’t. Side note: doesn’t this person know that my SAT scores could have never gotten me into UNC? That’s as much a joke as those names she/he picked out! I couldn’t get out of basic statistics for heavens sake!
When I began this blog, I knew that we ran the risk of sharing things on the Internet for others to see. In all honesty, I didn’t see this blog growing outside of close friends and family. But, I have grown to absolutely love the community that blogging has introduced me to since last September. I have met many new friends who are traveling the same road of being a wife and mother. While we’ve never met, through reading each others’ words and sharing memories we have become family. Their lessons and support have helped me tremendously in this new chapter of life. This simply divine space has helped me foster my thoughts during one of the scariest times of my life. It gave you… my dear community, family, and friends, the opportunity to stay up to date with the girls progress while we were in the NICU. Today, it gives you the opportunity to see how they are continuing to grow, develop, and learn. This space has been my creative outlet. It’s where I share our story. It’s where I share my voice… even if that does involve stinky fingers, Cheerios, and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse sometimes. Therefore, this personal invasion to my life, my family, and my heart has left me feeling vulnerable and violated.