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Preserving the moment
Jul. 21st, 2017 03:42 pmI need to take more pictures of my son. Every year at the winter holidays, I make a collage photo card to send out, and every year I beat myself up for not snapping more shots.
My memory is unreliable for being able to look back and recall the milestones in his life. I never filled out a baby book for him or made any kind of crafty preservation of notable times; my collection of posts on LJ/DW is my only true record-keeping.
This was brought home to me when I sat down with my mom a few weeks back to scan pictures to use in the photo vid I'm making for their party. She has almost a whole album's worth of pictures from her childhood and youth. My dad has a mere handful. Is it because she was raised as an only child and he was the second kid? He shrugged when I asked him.
I took today off as a reward/recovery day from yesterday's events. My kid is spending the weekend with a friend of his, so we spent some time packing up his clothes and games to bring. He dug up a wind-up mouse and asked me to sit opposite him at the coffee table. We spent a good long while laughing at each other as we sent the mouse back and forth, with its erratic wobbles causing it to shoot off at occasional weird angles and landing in between us, so we'd each claim "Not It!" and demand it was on the other's side to recover. It eventually wound up in a tickle fight and chase around the house. I love my little goober man.
Future!Me, here's another moment to treasure. I will try to take more pictures, and write more down.
My memory is unreliable for being able to look back and recall the milestones in his life. I never filled out a baby book for him or made any kind of crafty preservation of notable times; my collection of posts on LJ/DW is my only true record-keeping.
This was brought home to me when I sat down with my mom a few weeks back to scan pictures to use in the photo vid I'm making for their party. She has almost a whole album's worth of pictures from her childhood and youth. My dad has a mere handful. Is it because she was raised as an only child and he was the second kid? He shrugged when I asked him.
I took today off as a reward/recovery day from yesterday's events. My kid is spending the weekend with a friend of his, so we spent some time packing up his clothes and games to bring. He dug up a wind-up mouse and asked me to sit opposite him at the coffee table. We spent a good long while laughing at each other as we sent the mouse back and forth, with its erratic wobbles causing it to shoot off at occasional weird angles and landing in between us, so we'd each claim "Not It!" and demand it was on the other's side to recover. It eventually wound up in a tickle fight and chase around the house. I love my little goober man.
Future!Me, here's another moment to treasure. I will try to take more pictures, and write more down.
