Sunday, June 19th, 2011
Anywhere we go with our son, my wife and I also take our four year old digital camera. Between the two of us, we always have to be prepared to take a shot of Jack doing something for the first time. Or we have to provide proof of just how cool he looks in that moment.
As I was recently making creepy lizard faces at my son to make him laugh, I shared with my wife the realization that Jack won’t actually remember any of this.He won’t remember me pushing him around in a diaper box. Or my wife pretending to be a chicken. It hit me that all our crazy antics we do to entertain our son end up amusing the two of us just as much as they do him- but only we will actually remember it the next day.
My sister’s memory began when she was one and a half years old (in 1985) and mine began in 1983 (on my 2nd birthday.) Based on what I learned in Childhood Psychology in college, my sister and I are the exception to the rule to have a memory that began “recording” that early. But even when Jack’s long-term memory does kick in, there will only be random memories that stay with him for life.
But I guess that’s the way our entire lives are: We only remember certain memories, frozen in the nostalgic part on our brains, sometimes disguising themselves as dreams from childhood.
If you are the only person to remember an event happening years after it occurs, you hold the exclusive rights to it occurring. In theory, it only happened because you remember it. If you ever forget it, then it’s technically the same as it if it never happened, especially if no one else was there to notice the event happening: Especially ifthere were no photographs or videos taken of the event.
As one of the main photographers and the official journalist (daddy blogger) of Jack’s early years, I am preserving these otherwise forgotten details. These stories won’t just be simply contained in the memories of my wife and I, but they will be waiting for Jack to learn about when he gets older.
In the title I proclaimed that my wife and I are our son’s own paparazzi and TMZ show. But that concept is a universal one; it doesn’t just apply to us because I publicly journal my son’s life in a blog on Parents.com.
In an age where Facebook photo albums have replaced actual photo albums like our parents had to put together for us, chances are if you are tech savvy enough to be reading a parenting blog, you can relate to the allusions to being your own paparazzi and TMZ show for your kids and family.
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