Dear Capturing Memories,
You are the reason why we own things such as cameras, camcorders, journals, and--whaddaya know--blogs. But the simple act of possessing these things is not enough. And that's where I sometimes need a little nudge.
We've all seen it. Children's performances on stage bring forth a myriad of recording devices: cameras, phones, camcorders, and even tripods and iPads. The camera flashes, the shutter clicks, and out-of-range hums of countless digital screens--all working simultaneously to capture a Moment in Time.
Outside of stage performances, there are also lots of reasons to have the recording devices on and ready to go. These captured memories could be as mundane as a clip of an outdoor sand and water table play or a weekly gymnastics lesson--to something more momentous such as baby's first bite of solid food or a birthday party celebration. Whatever the occasion, get the footage on video; snap the photos on
But I must give full credit to Dear Husband who is always the one to make sure the camera and camcorder batteries are charged for every child-related event or performance. He is the one who packs them into our bags so that they are ready to capture the violin recitals or school holiday shows. Around here, DH is known as the Picture Tyrant: he'll stick a camera in your face and snap and flash as he pleases. He'll take the disgruntled complaints now, and wait for the thank-yous later. Because eventually, we all thank him.
It seems like a chore, interrupting the ongoings of an event to click buttons--at least to me it does, and that's why I'm not on top of it--but a few short years down the line, we reap the rewards. During the process of transferring old family video footage from film to DVD, we had the opportunity to watch what happened in our daily lives when the kiddos were much younger. Because they find it interesting to see their younger selves, the kiddos always gathered around the TV to see what comes up on the screen. The span of emotions ranged from self-conscious embarrassment (Dear Daughter turns red when she sees herself in anything princess-y) to outright denial (Dear Son not owning up to his baby chubby cheeks) to massive maternal gushing (my endless "awwwws" and "oh-my-goodness-will-you-look-at-my-babies!" in a high-pitched squeaky voice). All the while, DH would sit back, arms behind his head, smiling smugly, knowing that he kept these memories alive.
Thanks, honey. You done good.
But his accomplishment does not just end there. You see, footage we see on screen are much more meaningful if there were exciting and memorable experiences attached to them--meaning, effort made to do something or go somewhere special. Well, I'm one of those peeps who is perfectly content sitting on the couch with a laptop, a good book, or something mindless to watch on TV. I self-proclaim the ability to "grow roots" on my very own couch. Suffice it to say--not very fun for the kiddos. So DH has to somehow get me off my lazy bum to go do something fun--for the kiddos. Which is not an easy feat.
DH suggested that we go sledding this past weekend. Which, in my book, is about one tiny notch more favorable than cleaning the house. To bundle up and go into the cold and slide high speed down a hill, is, well, just not as enticing as my warm home, comfy couch, and a nice cup of tea. But I knew the kiddos were pining to go, so we geared up in our snow wear and off we went.
And just like the time DH
So we have done some baby-sledding in our backyard where there's a decent incline, but this time, we went to a park district preserve with a number of slopes designated for sledding in the winter. Because DH was in charge of his electronic devices, I was the chosen DS-co-pilot. And it turned out to be one exhilarating experience for me--I think I screamed down the entire way every. single. time. I kept thinking that my old bones are too stiff for this activity, but it never did stop me. The adrenaline-rush sliding down, fast, was outta this world. And DH? You can almost see it (in the first picture above): he's down the hill with a camera in one hand and a camcorder in the other, doing his job capturing these memories, cuz that's how he rolls, yo.
That night, we decided that it probably would be be worthwhile--for our memories' sake and to take advantage of the precious seasonal changes of the year--that we make it a point to always do the following at least once: go to the beach in the summer (definitely more than once), go hiking in the spring and fall (a manageable goal), and go sledding in the winter (hopefully more than once). Our Seasonal Musts. Declared.
And a gentle word of advice for those of us who are
So, Dear Capturing Memories, thanks to DH, we accomplish your task periodically and with enthusiasm. Sure, it takes a little more effort than growing roots, but the rewards are priceless. Especially when captured and replayed back to view years down the line. Because we bank our memories inside our mind vault named Nostalgia, we must make regular deposits in the form of visual images and relatable sentiments. So onward we trudge with our cameras and camcorders and this blog. I might not be good with all the technical devices, but I will keep writing my words here.
How do you walk down memory lane?