I couldn't resist taking photos of the kids playing in this empty lawn mower box... in fact, I made all 3 of them get in the box, and will do it again when Chloe is home this weekend. I know it's a bit silly, but it evokes a memory in me, one that I don't have photos of, only images in my mind, and I don't want my kids to have just images.
One of the photos that I remember most clearly from our family album as a kid is one of me in a cardboard box, and my dad in a cardboard box. I'm about 5 or 6ish, making my dad not quite 30ish. I'm in a big box, and he's in a small box that has broken around him. The photo is dark, cause it was taken in the factory my parents ran, probably after work one day, or on a weekend when we were cleaning up for the week ahead. I always thought it was funny that dad sat in the little box and it broke, when there I was in a big box that would have been a better fit for him.
A simple memory, but a photo I can't share... and I'm determined that even if I don't scrap them, my kids will have the photos to remember moments.
“Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.” Kevin Arnold.
My girls have both enjoyed playing in large boxes over the years which were captured in photographs. Like you there are many things I would love to have had a photo of to capture the moment forever. What's even more heartbreaking, is old images I do have are now ruined from being stuck in old albums.
ReplyDeleteCate, in response to a comment you left on Haby G, a post covering crafting with kids will be up either today or tomorrow.