Some of the best memories aren’t recorded on film. My brother and I were recently discussing one of the memorable moments from our days watching Cal basketball. We had gathered on Sproul Plaza to cheer on our NCAA-bound Cal Bears. Each player had his chance in the spotlight. Then one of the weaker players stood up. The crowd began to boo and jeer. The poor guy kept a grin on his face. Bless his heart.
These were the days before cell phone cameras and social media. But those images are as fresh as if they happened yesterday.
When M was two, we made our first road trip to LA with her. On our drive home, she entertained us with a giggly rendition of a favorite from our Music Together classes, “John the Rabbit.” These were the days before I had gotten hooked on Facebook and Instagram. There is no video but Rambo and I will always treasure that sweet serenade.
This weekend, M and I went to Fairyland to watch her friends dance. As sometimes happens, the phone battery died. Instead of focusing of taking photos or being distracted by the news feed, I simply watched her. I got to see her natural smiles, how she interacts with other children, and how she loves to play outdoors. Those moments were ours.
I look forward to lots of dead phone batteries this holiday season and in the next year.
Mujer Evolving 