This morning, I was planning on writing about how to teach your child Computer Programming when you know nothing of the subject yourself. (It’s what’s going on in our house at the moment, ahem!)
Instead, I wanted to talk about a little thing that happened in our house 12 hours ago.
Violet – this beautiful little troublemaker – decided to throw my cellphone into the bath with her last night…and well, I lost ALL the pictures on my phone. Four thousand or so. Not backed up photos. Gone forever.
My phone is GONE. All my contacts, texts, notes, and the fifty million other things stored on my phone. (Geez, when did the phone become command central of my life?)
Now, I am not someone who is GLUED to my phone. Technology has the ability to be used for good…no…GREAT things! And of course, it can also be a big distraction.
I know its place in my life – and well, it’s like my personal journal, letters from friends (texts), and my camera were all thrown into the bathtub at once. It’s MY fault for not backing them up – but you know, I always meant to get around to that…isn’t that how it goes?
Oh, and yea…we didn’t buy any insurance for the phone. Double lesson learned. Good times!
So, last night – as I picked my dripping phone out of the bathtub and frantically tried to remove the memory card (which apparently this phone does NOT have!) – I was reminded to CALM DOWN.
Nobody died. Seriously. I may not have the pictures, but I have the memories. And my girls are still alive. I can take new pictures.
Vivian and Annemarie would have started Kindergarten this week. But, of course, I’m not taking them to Kindergarten…and I won’t watch them graduate high school, or see if/who they marry, and I won’t ever know who their children would have been.
There is a finality in death – real human relationships- which reaches far past any THING which I can replace (or any THING I can’t replace – like my photos).
I am sad my pictures are gone. But you know what? I am happy that I made the memories those pictures represent. I am glad I get to wake up today and make some new memories with my girls (and I might just take a few photos, too).
I learned long ago when my house burned down that the things in our lives are just things. No more, no less.
So, there ya go. My phone. World’s most expensive bath toy. If you need me, send me a message on Facebook or perhaps you can telepathically contact me. That’s the next technology, right? Or maybe I’ve been watching too much Dr. Who.