Our Lives in PicturesPosted: September 4, 2012
How can we remember a lifetime?
Thus far into my boys’ lives, I have taken several photos of them. Hundreds. Easily 1,000+. I show up with a loaded camera to all of the main events: their birth and subsequent birthdays, Halloweens, Thanksgivings, Christmases, and Easters. I have tried to capture many of their “firsts.” I’ve snapped a photo or two at summer BBQs, family vacations, trips to the zoo, or just about any moment that makes me think, “Oh, that is so cute. I need a picture of that.”
And what do I plan to do with all of those pictures? I put them into scrapbooks for the boys. I want capture as much of their childhood as possible. I have many parts of my own life as a youngster that I don’t remember. And yet I can see my childhood come to life through the pictures that my mom took and lovingly placed and scripted into a photo album. It’s almost like having a memory of it. Maybe better. Photographs from my childhood can trigger a deep sentiment and appreciation for all that my parents did for me as a child. I love going through the various photo albums and reliving pastimes of gardening with my grandma, riding on horseback through the Colorado Rockies with my mom, and admiring the homemade Halloween costumes (Rainbow Brite) and elaborately decorated birthday cakes (My Little Pony) that my dad created from scratch. These are from a part of my life that I can no longer recall, but having those photo albums brings the stories of my childhood to life. I want no less than that for my own children.
That being said, I am wonderful about taking pictures at every opportunity, but I am awful at making the time to print them, put them into an album, and document them. I started a scrapbook for my oldest son when he was a baby:
And here is as far as I’ve gotten:
He was eight months old in these photos. Eight months out of nearly six years is as far as I’ve gotten as far as compiling the photographs into an album for my son.
Where are the other 1,000+ pictures? Well, some are still on my computer’s desktop. Others are still waiting to be uploaded from the memory cards to the computer. And the rest are here:
With baby #2 now here and getting just as many photos beginning to line up behind him, I have my work cut out for me. It ‘s hard to make time to do everything we want to do for our children. However, I love having my life in pictures, thanks to the time my own mother put into the task, and I want my boys to have that as well. Will they appreciate it as much as I do? Maybe. Maybe not. But just in case they will, I’m getting to work.
If for no other reason, I want to be able to flip back through their lives and say “Oh, I remember that! He was always crawling after the dog food, trying to put the pieces in his mouth! He was such a funny baby.” The older they get, the harder it will be to remember the things they did when they were so small.
That’s what photo albums are for.