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Today Fresh Air featured a story today about Photo Sharing that I thought was pertinent to our little Tumblr site.
In it, there was an interesting thought:
It’s a lot of work. So why do we go to all this trouble in the first place?
A friend told me as I approached fatherhood that it was easy to talk about the hard things in parenting. They’re obvious: sleep deprivation, a foreclosing of social possibilities, diapers. But the beauty of it can’t be captured in words. These photographs and the stories they tell are an attempt to make meaning out of the rewarding difficulties of rearing a child.
They’ve definitely captured a big part of the joy of sharing photos. It’s the “can you feel the joy I feel?” phenomenon that makes photo sharing so appealing.
But what they’ve missed is the joy of reaching across the miles to family. The people who you wish could be there to witness the growth of this constantly changing creature but they simply can’t because they’re too far. The people who will then talk about this creature amongst themselves as if he were there, as if they just saw him (because in a way, they did). The people who, regardless of their differences, can always come together and share a laugh over how funny a baby’s facial expressions can be. Or his hats. Or his monkey feet.
Knowing that our family can know Cooper as he grows up - that is, to see his changes and experience his personality - gives me an endless amount of joy.
I’ve been a little lazy lately about posting photos as frequently and have even been thinking that perhaps I should just end this ridiculous, virtual shrine. But upon reflection, I feel like that would not be the right thing to do.
I may make it private pretty soon so that I’m protecting Cooper. But otherwise: if you’re in, I’m in.
Read/Listen to the story here at http://n.pr/IOpJYk
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