Facebook memories are the worst. One of my favorite traits is my ability to forget things. My life is a vicious cycle of embarrassing myself, then forgetting about it. Then comes Facebook memories. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve read an old post that popped up on my memories and thought “What the hell was I thinking? And why would I post that?!” The answer varies but, more often than not, there was alcohol involved. It’s a nice little reminder that the things we post will remain there to haunt us for years to come.
However, Facebook memories are also the best. I just had one of the better Facebook memory days. As it turns out, this week marks my third year of writing columns for the Metro Spirit. I never thought it would last this long. In all honesty, I didn’t think of it as anything other than a creative outlet. I was out of radio for a year (which, by the way, this is my third year back on HD983, too!). I needed a creative outlet because I was driving my wife crazy.
On the advice of Matt Stone, formerly of 95 Rock and the Metro Spirit, I called Joe White to see if he’d mind if I rambled on the pages of the Spirit. Without even questioning what I was going to write about, Joe graciously said “yes.” That began three years of me bragging about my kids, complaining about being unemployed, questioning Grovetown’s lack of wider roads, despite the traffic growing exponentially, and ranting about Georgia sports (which I promise not to do here, even though I had half a column already written about that damned game).
My first column popped up on my memories this week and, true to form, my first column was about one of my kids. My daughter had written some assignment for her school and listed me as her hero. According to the words in my column, I was blown away. I still am.
At 40 years old, I’m pretty much grown up now. But, somehow, I still don’t feel like it … mentally, anyway. My back, knees and hairline all are undoubtedly 40. However I still marvel at how my kids have survived this long under my care. But not only have they survived, they’re thriving. They’re all little people with goals and opinions and interests and personalities … and sarcastic little attitudes.
Like my Metro Spirit column, I never really thought about my kids growing up. I mean, I always knew that they would, and I try to teach them the things they’ll need to know as they get older. But now, it’s actually happening! My oldest could move out and join the Army in less than two years! Who let this happen? They’re all still supposed to be in elementary school calling me their hero.
I don’t thank Facebook for much. But I definitely am thankful for that memory. It’s reminded me that, even though I wish they were, my babies aren’t exactly babies anymore. It’s also reminded me to value the times we have now, even though they drive me crazy quite often. In another three years, I’ll be looking back missing these days, as well.