Making vs Capturing Memories
I love my iPhone. A lot (my husband would say too much). But lately I’m starting to wonder if some of the things I love the most about it aren’t things I should hate about it too. What I think I love most about it is that it’s pretty much become my all-encompassing Memory Capturing Device. Whether it’s pictures or video snippets, I love that the thing I always have with me, my iPhone, also does a pretty phenomenal job of capturing the moments that just don’t happen when your posing for a picture or have thought enough to break out the video camera. I love the library I’ve built of photos and videos that capture moments of everyday life and the cute little quirks Liam is developing that we’ll inevitably use to embarrass him in front of girls he brings home (that’s any good parent’s job, right?). To me, storytelling through pictures and mementos is such a huge part of what family and childhood is all about and I love the feeling that I’m beginning to collect those things for Liam.
On other hand, I hate what it’s done to me. I’ve started noticing how often my first reaction seems to be to whip out my phone to capture a moment. I’m realizing that I’m so eager to capture memories that I seem to be starting to forget to just be there to make them.
When I think back to my own childhood, it was filled with lots of (what it seemed like at that time) torturous-ly long photo shoots that my mother insisted we take. I hated posing for pictures (and still do) but now years later find myself grateful that my mother was always the one with her camera by her side. No milestone in my or my siblings life went undocumented and I’m glad that it didn’t.
So what’s the right balance? How do you make it a priority to capture and make memories with your family?