Over the past few days, I’ve been going through an old bankers box filled with folders, papers, and things I hadn’t looked at in years. It’s been a bit like opening a time capsule—one that I didn’t even realize I had.
Today, I came across a few photographs that made me stop for a moment.
One of them is a picture of me when I was about a year old, sitting with my Mom and Dad. It’s one of those pictures that, of course, I have no memory of—but there I am, right in the middle of it all.
What struck me wasn’t really me in the picture.
It was them.
They look so young.
At that moment, they weren’t “Mom and Dad” in the way I came to know them later in life. They were just starting out…building a life, figuring things out, carrying responsibilities that I couldn’t have possibly understood at the time.
There’s something about seeing your parents that way that shifts your perspective a bit.
Another photo I found was of my Dad as a boy—standing on what looks like a front porch, with a tricycle nearby. He has that look that young boys often have…a mix of confidence and curiosity, maybe with a little mischief thrown in.
It’s strange in a way.
I’ve always known my Dad as my Dad. But here he is, long before I was ever part of the picture…living his own life, having his own experiences, becoming the person I would later know.
I suppose that’s one of the things these old photos do.
They remind you that the people who shaped your life had entire lives of their own before you ever arrived.
And in some way, whether we realize it or not, those earlier lives become part of us too.
I didn’t set out today to think about any of this.
I was just going through a box.
But sometimes, all it takes is a couple of old photographs to remind you that your story didn’t start with you.
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What a year 2020 has been! I am afraid that at the least the beginning of 2021 is going to be a continuation and quite possibly a bit worse until the virus vaccination is widely distributed. Theresa and I, have essentially isolated ourselves from family and friends since March 2020. However, with quite a bit of planning, we were able to at least enjoy a few family gatherings, while appropriately distanced and/or masked up.
In addition to the huge display around the outside of Bill’s house, the inside is also festooned with birdhouses and thousands of twinkling Christmas lights. Bill always gets a kick out of watching the kid’s eyes light up when he claps his hands loudly and the house is filled with the sounds of chirping birds coming from hundreds of mechanical birds spread throughout his house.