Hi. My name is Karen and I have a Facebook page.

That’s right. I’m a mom and I have a Facebook page. I’ve been there and I’ve been back and I’ve been all around and I’m here to say that Facebook, although not perfect, is not the devil.

Here’s the story: I ended up with a Facebook page totally by accident. If you want to find out the details, read here.

Nevertheless, it was my choice to keep my Facebook page. I could have taken it down, but I didn’t. In fact, from the time that I created my page, some of my fellow moms also created Facebook pages. Suddenly, my peers were Facebookin’. Huh. Who knew?

So I stuck with it, mostly because it was the path of least resistance. I have a whopping 29 friends. 29. To my kids, that’s kind of pathetic. But I don’t care.

Oh and since my first exploit, I re-invited my kids to become my friends and they continue to reject me – multiple times. They've welcomed my brother-in-law and one of my best friends with open arms. But me? No, I’m like the plague. No thank you.

(Sidenote: my kids’ friends continue to allow me to be their Facebook friends. They think it’s hilarious that their friends, a.k.a. my kids, reject me and so as sort of an act of pity they add me. You’d think my own would let me in, but no. Not gonna happen.)

That’s OK. I know that someday they’ll come around. In the meantime, I update my status and I add to my list of interests, books, music and I even add a photo or two. It’s not much, but I kind of like it. As a mom, I like understanding the attraction of a social utility like Facebook. I like knowing what brings them back time and time again.

You see, I’ve always had this feeling that before I condemned my kids’ interests, I should at least try and understand why they like something. To me, that’s part of my responsibility.

What do you think about Facebook?