A few days ago, as I was reading about identity, leaving traces and keeping records, I suddenly realized that I have no written record of my baby’s first months of life.
I have hundreds of pictures and videos (most of them still in my smartphone) but I don’t have a book, a blog, no place where I can go and see when she talked for the first time, laughed for the first time, or smiled for the first time. I keep a record of almost everything I think and do (even if it may seem overwhelming), and I don’t have a baby book. How could that be?
At first I thought I should cry. But then I decided to put my oven mitts and open that big, gigantic oven called web and try to find, in my own traces, crumbs of my baby’s life.
And I did found it :). I spent a few hours reading my three blogs, looking through my posts in pediatric forums, searching through my e-mail. But it was there. Everything was there.
My baby never logged-in, she doesn’t have an e-mail account, she doesn’t even have a Citizen’s Card. But she already has an online presence, she is already leaving her digital print in the web-world.
And she’s only nine months old :P
Simply because I'm incapable of having, in the same space, things about my thesis and my friends and my friday afternoons.
Simply because I need another space, a clean, sober and white one.
Simply because that's how I work, that's who I am.
I've tried, I swear I did. But that was not me :)
