Blogging While Toddler
My son is 21 months old today. I do not understand the passage of time as it relates to the growth of a tiny human. It feels simultaneously as if he’s been this way my entire adult life and that he was born yesterday. Maybe the day before yesterday.
I spend a lot of time talking about him and his ways on Facebook in particular. I document his moods and behaviors in a way that I used to blog or post about myself. And I still do – I’m still at about a 70% on the self-centered scale. I was wondering why I feel such an urgent need to capture these little moments, share them onto Facebook. Is it because I’m bragging? Yes, probably, but I suspect more.
The truth is that my memories of adult life are not as concrete as the ones of my childhood. I can remember details about the geography of my third grade walk to school. I can barely remember the names of the streets I lived on in my 20s and 30s. By barely, I mean “not at all.” Life goes so much more quickly when you’re this age. There’s a million and one things to do.
I’m afraid I’ll forget what his childhood was like. I’m afraid that as time moves ever more quickly, I’ll lose this. These are some of the most precious moments of my life, but they might not… stick in the mind.
So I document. I relate. I use Facebook for some semblance of privacy, but I suppose I could keep a private journal just as well. I am proud of my boy, and I like to share what happens in my life.
Just as much as I share these anecdotes with my friends and family, I’m sharing it with my future self. I desperately need him to remember. Sooner rather than later, he will be me.