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Here’s a parenting side effect that no one talks about: the photos.
Oh my gosh, you guys. The photos.
Let’s not discuss that I have an entire cloud storage account devoted to the 10,00 or so pictures that I took of Bear’s first year alone.
Let’s not discuss the 400 videos I took of his first year.
Let’s not even begin to discuss all the times my phone has run out of storage and the countless hours I’ve spent deleting shots of my shoes or my lunch or whatever it takes to make room for his goofy little smile or videos of him toddling shakily around our house.
Instead, let’s talk about what gets lost in the minute-by-minute photo-documentation of life that we’re all guilty of. You know what gets lost? The highlights.
Those special moments get drowned into the hundreds of photos on Instagram, the thousands in “the cloud” that never get looked at again.
When I was growing up, my mom painstakingly saved every snapshot, organized into boxes that lined our closets. She labeled the back of each one with “Katy Birthday 1989″ or “Emily Halloween October 1992″ so she always knew where to find them. Things are a little easier these days — I can hit “Ctrl+F” and find all my photos from November 2014, or log in to Facebook to see what I’ve saved. But sometimes I get jealous of the limits that came with storing physical photos — you couldn’t take 10,000 shots, because where would they go? Now they go nowhere, and so we take them all.
But sometimes, you want a moment that’s a little more special. The incredibly talented Kate shot these of me and Bear a few weeks ago, and it was a great reminder that sometimes it’s better to pick quality over quantity. I’ve been insanely busy lately, and sometimes I worry that a week or two has gone by undocumented (gasp!) and I get concerned that I’ve missed some special moment without capturing it in digital form. But then I look at photos like this and I try to remember: sometimes one beautiful moment, perfectly captured, is better than 10,000 shots that I’ll never look at again. In an ideal world, I’d do both. But when the days are too short, I try to remind myself that it’s ok to just live my life instead of documenting it.
Even if, at the end of the day, what gets saved are a few snapshots and a lot of memories.
Loren Hope necklace, Maggy London dress, GiGi New York clutch, Jimmy Choo heels.
Photo Credit: Kate Robinson Photography
Tags: baby · style
Thank you guys so much for your wonderful responses to my most recent career post. I talked about how to find mid-career motivation when you’re at a crossroads, and it all boiled down to one simple piece of advice: Find something challenging that matters.
Since that post, I’ve gotten so many comments and emails from you guys, and they made me so, so incredibly happy. It means so much to me when I hear from you all, and I’m thrilled to have touched on a topic that matters to so many of you.
But as I thought about that last post, it occurred to me that in some ways, it wasn’t a career post at all.
Because the flip side is this: Parenting is challenging too. And it matters just as much.
One of my hesitations in writing about my career is this: there’s a fine line between encouraging and supporting women’s careers and getting into the working-mom vs. stay-at-home-mom debate. And that debate isn’t one that I’m particularly interested in joining. Why? Because they are both valid life choices. I don’t care which one is right for you. But I do want every woman to have the opportunity to pursue the one that she chooses.
And maybe that’s the best lesson of all. Because finding the path that’s right for you doesn’t always mean becoming the CEO of a company, or devoting yourself entirely to your family. It can mean both, or neither. And realizing that the answer may be different for every single woman (every single person) out there… well, I think that’s the right place to start.
As Bear gets more interested in the world around him, Chad and I have been making a big effort to plan fun activities for the weekends! And on Saturday, a perfect possibility for the afternoon just fell into our lap: across the street from our house, the local elementary school was having a carnival! Obviously, we had to pack B into the stroller and check it out.
Except, here’s the thing. We are trying to move him from a two-nap schedule to a one-nap schedule, which means keeping him awake for an extra few hours on the weekends when he would otherwise usually be napping.
Which means that we got Bear packed into the stroller and set out for the carnival, and immediately, like, all of two minutes later, this happened:
Yes. That is our son sleeping through the entire carnival.
He slept through the games and the bake sale and slept through seeing his friends Caroline and Will, slept through little girls in our neighborhood doing a rousing rendition of “Let It Go” on Karaoke (in case you’re thinking that that sounds like the most adorable thing ever, let me tell you: it was.) and slept through an hour of me wandering the streets of our neighborhood, because once your kid falls asleep in the stroller, you commit to strolling for as long as that nap takes.
So, B’s first carnival was sort of a snooze. But fun for mom, at least!