Today’s challenge was the least stressful of them all. It took me all of two minutes to set up an email account for my kids, with the hardest part being finding an available username. I’m a huge fan of Gmail and it would take me a lot to try another service. I don’t know if I could function without their search feature. Granted, I seem to have thousands of emails at any given time, no matter how often I clear them out.
However, there’s nothing like a completely clean slate. This is a screenshot of my son’s account.
One email. Zero responsibilities. No one waiting for a response. No group emails. No political jokes. No semi-annual sale reminders. No paperless bills. Just one email.
In my email to each of them, I mistakenly wrote that I am their first email. I already know my son will point out that I am not. I am the second. I skipped the sappiness in this one (after all, I did just write a love letter yesterday), and instead informed them of my purpose in setting up the account. I have years of backtracking to do, but I intend to email them funny stories of their life so far, interesting conversations we’ve had, photos, etc. How many times have I thought, “Oh, I should write that down; it’s too funny,” and then convince myself that I will remember it. Only now that unforgettable memory sits somewhere in my cluttered brain, never to be discovered again.
My inspiration for this challenge came from Google Chrome’s “Dear Sophie” campaign which aired the year my own Sophie was born.
Turns out it’s against both Gmail and Yahoo’s policies to open an account for a minor child and they will block you if you try; I used my own birthdate. I likely won’t tell either of my kids about these accounts until they are much older. When they ready for their own personal accounts, I’ll sign them up for a completely separate one. Honestly at this stage in his life, my son would be happy with WeirdoPants1@gmail.com. But, what an amazing day when they realize that both their parents, grandparents, and other family members have been creating a chronological record of their memories through the years.
On my end, I promise not to overdo it and spam their inbox with my thoughts. Seriously, what could be worse than mom-spam? In my initial email to them, I describe it as a “virtual memory box.” I’m pretty sure my neurotic self will occasionally print these emails as a back-up and put them in their real cardboard memory boxes.
How do you keep track of your memories? FYI, I’m about seven years behind of my latest photo book.
Speaking of memories, here is tomorrow’s challenge . . .