When our kids were growing up, in the 1980’s, my wife and I would sometimes rent a video camera and for us, that meant a Beta video camera. Most people were using VHS at the time, but not us. We thought Beta was better.
On the kids birthdays or on Christmas and sometimes not even on special occasions, we would rent that camera and make those home movies and then play them on our Beta video recorder. It was a great way to watch our daughter and son grow up. We had a history of it.
Of course, those days of renting cameras are over and Beta is long gone, but it’s amazing what they can do with old home movies these days. I actually don’t know the process or what they do; I just know the end result. Thanks to modern technology, those home movies that we made so long ago have come to life again.
I have my ex-wife to thank for that. She found a company who could transfer those old tapes onto to a disk and thanks to my son; I don’t even have to worry about losing the disk. He put those home movies right into my computer. Modern technology: You gotta love it.
I can go back in time and watch my son’s first steps. I can watch him open his birthday gifts when he turned two years old. I can watch him play with our dog, Bandit. I have him yelling out the words, “Da-Da!” right there on my computer.
I have him and his sister playing around in the kiddy-pool when we lived in Colerain Township. I have my daughter talking about Care Bears when she was three or four. She told me she didn’t have any as I panned the camera over to a bookcase in her room showing she actually had about a dozen of them. On my computer, I can listen to her sing Christmas songs when she was so, so little. My daughter isn’t little any more.
She’s getting married tomorrow. Tomorrow, she’ll have a new last name and a new beginning to her life.
Tomorrow, my son will pick me up and drive us both to the wedding. It will be an emotional day for me as it will be for him and also for his mother. It’s so true. When you get older, time passes by so quickly.
Time passing by means change—something I don’t always handle all that well. At first, I didn’t want to watch those old home movies on my computer—thought the memories would make me sad and drive home the fact I can never go back to those days, but after watching the movies, I don’t feel that way, not really. I feel blessed to have a loving family around me and to have such great, loving children. No matter how old they get, they will always be your children.
Tonight, I’ll watch some of those home movies again. There may be a few tears watching them and I know there will be tears tomorrow too at the wedding, but they’ll be happy tears to go along with those happy memories. Yes, blessed I am.
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