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Hrm, well, yesterday was a day at work (which
went ok) followed by a brief, rainy jaunt in the garden (moved the
Cineraria out of the sunny spot in the garden), some Simpsons, some
dinner, some dishes, some writing (new How-to), some talking with David
(phone) and then, some sleeping. Since my life is boring at the moment, I'm using one of my "rainy day" topics from a list I keep for just this occasion. | ||
Video taping your kids. When I was back home
over Xmas (Solstice), I dusted off some old tapes and made David sit down
and watch them with me. There's one of me at age 6 or 7 and Holly at age
3 or 4. It begins with us dancing around the living room, to the
"Aristocats" soundtrack. I keep whispering instructions to Holly,
desperately trying to get her to help me realize my "vision". There's a
particularly embarrassing bit of dialogue during "When You Wish Upon a
Star" (not on the "Aristocats" soundtrack) where I feed her this line: "It can't be Mommy....she only knows Ballet!" After which I prance around the living room, pointing my toes to my knees in pique turns, swinging my curls behind me. Later on the tape, Holly and I interview each other, pretending like we're famous performers and talking about our dance routines as if they're the latest fads sweeping America. We sing songs (where I get so high my voice sqeaks -- and let's not even talk about the part where I imitate a kazoo). My point in telling you all this? Someday, *my* kids are going to sit down with me and watch this tape. They're going to get to see their mother at their age, in all her self-important glory. Now, my father got a video camera earlier than most (I think), around 1979-1980. We have videotaped recitals and such, but nothing compares to these "live" interviews in the family room. Mine is the first generation where our children will have the opportunity to see their parents as children*. Pictures don't capture the sass, energy and interests of a child at play the way a rolling video camera does. What I want to know is, will my kids relate to me as a child, or are they going to see instead an incredibly embarrassing, out-of-date geek that they're horrified to find out is their mother? Just think of it - the ultimate rejection! Parents are always trying to relate to their children, but can never overcome the age gap. But, if your kids don't even to relate to your personality at their own age, then what do you do? That would be so demoralizing, it makes me want to lock up these tapes until they're old enough to watch them maturely. (The following I think I've talked about here before.) Then there's the tape of me at age 16. David found it while flipping through Mom's card catalog of tapes (Mom's a librarian), and I said, "Sure, let's watch it." Big mistake. Every ugly personality trait I have deep down inside now...well, at age 16, they were surface traits (some of 'em) and the awful thing is I obviously didn't know it**. David squealed with uncontrolled laughter, holding the remote away from me so I couldn't turn it off. So much for handling it maturely! | *Of course, my kids won't be fazed by this
amazing first -- by then, (hell, even now,) seeing oneself on videotape
will be commonplace. **Please, parents, don't video tape your teenagers. It's just cruel. | |
There is so much on the burner right now in
my life! I finally started making a list of things I want to do soon. In
no particular order:
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