Nancy is not a social media person. She is not a marketing consultant. She is not a communications expert. She is not a twitter guru.
Nancy works for the Fort Wayne Children’s Choir, coordinating volunteers, keeping the books, answering phones, running house side of concerts while her colleagues are taking care of the music side of things. Nancy works for Sharehouse, an organization that does with non-food items for nonprofit organizations in Allen County, Indiana what foodbanks do for individuals in need. She helps with the books, sorts product, and smiles.
Nancy has two kids in college, a daughter in heaven, a dog, and me.
In the past year, Nancy has taken herself onto facebook and onto a blog and the children’s choir into blogging and twitter. She held out for a long time, watching this world through my eyes (and twitter stream). Eventually, however, she started seeing how she could be Nancy online.
In her blogging, she writes differently than I do, more thoughtfully, more carefully, more precisely. She cares about each post, each connection, deeply. Her statuses, which are far more frequent than mine, are fun. She uses facebook as a way to stay connected with our kids as they are away from the house, but still very close to her heart. She also uses facebook, privately, as a way to reach a very small handful of hearts that she treasures.
At the children’s choir, she has become a social media evangelist. The choirs do a major tour every couple of years. This year, though she wasn’t going to Newfoundland, she pushed me to set up the blog (fwccnotes.wordpress.com), to train her colleagues in how to use it, and then encouraged and nagged and praised them through the tour and beyond. They did the writing, but only because she advocated. Now, though she hasn’t setup her own twitter account, she is @fwcchoir, tweeting about the events of the choir.
What is fun for me is that each of these social media steps she has taken, she has taken on her own …and then told me about them. They were her steps, her setups.
Two other things.
We talk about you. You are part of our family, mentioned at the table, part of our conversations with each other and with God as we walk. We have had the struggle that many have, of trying to figure out how to talk about our invisible friends with our visible friends. Part of what makes it possible is that we are used to knowing that our Invisible Friends is real. And we have, together, had the opportunity to make some of those friendships visible.
Second, it’s her birthday today. I figured I’d have a party for her and invite you to join us.
You might as well.
Happy birthday, Nancy. I love you.