There are limitless ways to preserve our memories, the story of our lives. It's a matter of picking the method that works for you and that fits naturally into your life.
I've been struggling lately with my lack of focus in taking down the everyday memories and moments of my children as they've grown. The funny things they say. The adventures we share together. I feel like I'm keeping a running tally in my head — that I quiz myself on regularly — of the entertaining things my kids have said .... struggling to keep them straight in my mind until that perfect moment when I can sit down and log them in their baby books.
But time passes, even just a week, and I strain to keep the memory fresh. It's lost in the constant motion of my mind.
And so it is with parents of all ages, I find. We have so much going on in the busyness of raising children that we have a hard time holding on to yesterday's memories. They get pushed aside to make room for today ... and eventually tomorrow.
But after viewing a movie created over the past few years by a father striving to capture the memories of his little boy's childhood, I am wondering if preserving the experience of parenthood - the mental snapshots of those everyday moments - is perhaps more important than the details, themselves.
Sure, I aim to be more disciplined about keeping up with my kids' baby books. But maybe I can let myself off the hook a little and come up with a "memorycatcher" that works better for me. Maybe it's a letter to each of my children, or a collection of photos from our times together along with a story for each.
Jeff Scher's film of his son is worth a watch. He doesn't catch all the details ... but he captures just enough for he and his son — and anyone else who shares in one father's snapshot of time — to experience the story.