I Closed My Facebook Page

A warm afternoon light touched the skin on my arm as I listened to the homily of the last Sunday of 2025. The old lady on the left pew tilted her head as if trying to feel the warmth of the sunlight as well. The airconditioning of the church was running well, it was comfortable even though the afternoon sunshine was warming our backs.

I lifted my left hand to see how that light touched my skin. It felt warm, kind, joyous, and ethereal.

It was peace. Clarity. Love. It was Knowing.

And right at that moment, a silent but strong epiphany happened. I decided to shut down my more than a decade-year-old Facebook page. 

The Birth of Petite Momma

Out of boredom as a corporate-woman-turned-stay-at-home-mom in 2013, I scavenged my talent box for a skill I could use to keep me sane while caring for a toddler. I reckoned it doesn't have to be grand, just something to keep me afloat while navigating my first few months as a former slave of the workforce. When you are accustomed to working at least 9 hours a day, five days a week, and even working on holidays, you may experience some "withdrawal symptoms" from being a workaholic. Some say it's probably because of the income you missed, but I would like to point out that that's beside the point. Routines and habits from a decade of working can be deeply ingrained and programmed in your brain, so that an abrupt cessation of the work (not applicable to vacations, I should say) can be debilitating to some. It felt like I was slowly losing my knowledge and skills. And in my case, I lost myself and questioned who I was aside from being a wife and a mother.

In the last quarter of that year, the first skill that came into my mind was baking. I have been sporadically baking for my loved ones since I graduated from college. I thought, maybe baking is the best skill that can keep me preoccupied in between diapers, milk, and house cleaning. To launch my baked goods business, I commissioned my brother to create a logo for me. Hence, the lady flying in a cupcake lining paper, holding a rolling pin ready to smack anyone on the way, was born. Just kidding, I am in no way violent. Well, if not provoked, though. LOL! Along with the logo, the Facebook Page of Petite Momma was born.

Shifting Worlds of Petite Momma

When I scrapped my baking goods business and transitioned to a mom blog in 2014, I retained my brand name and logo - primarily because that was a sound financial decision. This website came to fruition, and my more-than-a-decade-long journey of mom blogging opened up a lot of experiences. Throughout the years, the blog had a plethora of topics - from sharing brands that we love, our travels, recipes, and homeschooling, to self-development and transformation.

As the FB page grew, so did I. But behind the camera and social media accounts, I have always struggled with being public and private. Unbeknownst to many, I started writing on the internet anonymously. I have been blogging since 2006, but was an enigma to the internet. I liked to share, but not too much. And being a mom blog has always kept me between sharing our lives with the world and keeping things private. I have always been private, but I still need to share my stories, my values, my learnings. And when social media became a thing for most blogger moms, it became even more apparent that I am caught between my desire to be anonymous and being an influencer.

After the pandemic, I slowly retreated into my shell. I did not have the energy to share stories on social media, including our YouTube homeschool channel, but still kept my FB page because "sayang naman." My numbers are small compared to others, but it was built organically by true people throughout the years, so simply letting it go would be unimaginable.

For years, my statistics have significantly dropped, my followers plateaued, and my reach became irrelevant to the algorithm. Many new mom sharers on FB and TikTok rose and became household names in a matter of months from launching. While mine, stuck in its shell, is still contemplating whether I should leave or stay. I was a speck in a universe of mom influencers.

But the very few quiet readers made me stay. Though my numbers are insignificant to the usual crowd, my messages were heard by listening hearts. These messages echoed through the lives of others, giving a little spark in their mundane lives.

To a few, I mattered. To the rest of the internet, I was a number.

I Outgrew Who I Was

I liked this saying I heard from an inspirational speaker,

 "You are under no obligation to be who you were 5 minutes ago."

And it is so true. We can change. We can evolve and be something we were not five minutes ago. And we are under no obligation to explain to others who we have become and who we want to be in the future. And I think what's holding me back from letting go of this identity as Petite Momma is nostalgia and being afraid that I am turning back to who I was.

But, no.

I am not turning back to who I was. I just outgrew it.

Staying and maintaining the social media accounts just drains me. It no longer gives me joy. 

And I just have to stop. 

I need to acknowledge that I have evolved. And that shutting down the FB page is my first step to accepting who I want to be in the future.

Petite Momma was there during the time I needed it. It has served its purpose for me. And now I need to let it go to serve another meaning and purposeful life that is waiting for me. 

It is not about stepping away from something. It is about stepping up to another level on a ladder. Petite Momma was me, and it would always be me. But I will show up to how I want to be.

So, I have said goodbye to my FB page.

But I am keeping this website. Why?

Because here I can be fully who I am.

Here, there are no vanity metrics for me to look at and question my value.

Here, I can write the way I want, and no brand tells me otherwise.

Here, my messages can reach the ends of the earth. 

Here, I can focus on myself and no longer look at how others are doing.

Here, I can filter my privacy but still be able to share my lessons.

Here, I am happy. 

And so, here I am. Waiting for my life to unfold one day at a time. I am at peace. And I am ready for the next steps.