i’ll savor this moment forever, and this one, and this one…
August 15, 2006
The beauty of the digital age is that we can document every moment of our children’s lives.
Every mundane event or non-event in our children’s lives is documented and preserved for all time. When I look back on the photographs from my childhood, they are all mostly staged. Either grainy with the colors fading into a dark panelled, orange and avocado green world, or completely washed out from the overexposed flash. The kind that sat on top of the camera and turned around after every click.
Pictures were more thoughtfully taken then.
Certainly even the most photographic mother of the bunch thirty years ago would not take 500 pictures of her kids at the playground in one afternoon, like I routinely do. She couldn’t instantly purge the ones that weren’t good. She wouldn’t know for two weeks when her film came back to her at the local pharmacy if any of the pictures had even come out.
How much would it have sucked to get them back and discover that the lens cap was on the whole time, or that they blinked in each and every picture. And then you grow up and wonder if Christmas of 1975 found you temporarily blind, or sleeping the day away.
I know there is not one photograph of me at any doctor’s office waiting room.
Or sitting inside the office reading a book while I patiently waited for the doctor’s arrival.
My little marked up arm:
Or my love of stickers, with which I would paper the front of my shirt:
Or a photograph of the gas pump to document the price of gasoline.
Hopefully, 35 years from now my children can understand my fury and understand why I would shout, “What the fuck?!?” everytime we pull up to a gas pump. They would finally understand why gas pumps stir such feelings of inappropriate anger and provoke the desire to shout expletives, within themselves. This photograph could very well serve as an ah-ha moment for them.
Dr: Well, based on these tests he isn’t allergic to anything.
Me: Hmmmm, well what does that mean?
Dr: Blah blah blah, maybe allergic to other things, blah blah blah most likely environmental blah blah blah*
Me: Like what kind of environmental allergies are you talking about?
Dr: Dust mites are the most likely culprit. I want you to try x, y, z, stand on your head and spin around five times in a counterclockwise direction and then come back and see me when Miles turns 2 years old. We will test for environmental things then if it isn’t under control. But most likely you will have to work on managing the dust in your home.
Dr: blink blink
Me: Seriously? Did my husband call you?
Dr: Ha ha. uh no.
Me: Can you write a prescription for a cleaning lady?
And so we have no more answers than before we went into his office this morning. Well, I guess technically we DO have answers, they just didn’t give me the answers I was hoping for. Like why the heck my poor child is a hive covered itchy mess.
Miles came right home and ate a Fluff and peanut butter sandwich on Wonder bread, with a side dish of tortellini salad in celebration of his non allergic status. His request, of course. An I obliged because so great was his disappointment over not be able to wear one of those allergy alert bracelets.
* (I believe those are in fact the exact technical terms he used)
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