When my kids were born, I mailed out birth announcements. The cream-colored cards listed the baby’s name, birth date and weight. My daughter’s had a pink ribbon attached; my son’s had a blue one.
These days paper birth announcements (and gendered ribbon colors) seem incredibly antiquated, not to mention far too slow to arrive. So when my granddaughter was born last year, I couldn’t wait to post the first photo of her, tightly swaddled, on social media.
Fortunately I thought to check with my daughter before I uploaded it. She asked me not only to refrain from posting
