The Digital Time Capsule
I am an active digital citizen — I use Facebook, Twitter, have a blog, actually I do quite a few things online. I am also a father and recently I started thinking about this digital footprint and my son.
I talk about a lot of things and sometimes the point of discussion is my son. Sometimes I even put up photos with him in them. My best mate is making a conscious decision to not turn his kid digital at all and this got me thinking, should I?
The main reason I put my son up there is because I want to share him with family across the country, some are even in Europe so it’s really across the globe. I’m not going to spend on postage to get photos out there when they are so easy to disseminate online — I’m cheap like that, ha. Sharing with the people I love is always the main priority. However, another reason suddenly hit me this week:
I’m sharing this WITH my son.
There will come an age where I’ll stop plastering my son and his image online. Eventually it won’t feel right, I think, and until then we’ll have all these babyhood photos and I dig that. But my son will also have this online time capsule that will tell him all about his father over the years and I kind of like that. He will be able to go through this exhaustive list of thoughts and photos of and from me.
Now this isn’t to say I think you should or should not put your kid online. I think you could totally go either way and be completely sweet. This isn’t my argument for or against it is simply my thoughts based on the following.
When I was young, very young, my father died. I spent my childhood constantly going back to photo albums with him in there, workbooks where he wrote anything, and don’t even get me started on the little bit of video footage we had of him. I listened to the music he liked and tried to discover the man he was through what was left behind. It wasn’t easy.
Now I don’t plan on leaving my son anytime soon. I flat out refuse. But one day I will be gone and even if that’s decades from now — hell, maybe even before I’m gone — my son has this whole strange digital portrait of me as a man. He can see what I thought throughout time. My reactions to major events, my musings on minor things. He can know what music I listened to, what I read, the movies and shows I dug. He can see how I treat others and if I have a sense of humour. He can see me, and see us together, and watch me fall in love with my wife and create the family he is a part of. He can see my writing career go from nothing to something.
No matter what, he will have his father and he will have him always.
I don’t know if my Facebook profile, or this site, will exist when my son is an old man but I kind of hope it all does because it’s a historical document, and a personal one, and I hope he appreciates what it can offer him.
I would have killed for this chance.
Posted on March 28th, 2012 by ryan
Filed under: life